When you think of coal, images of West Virginia, naughty children at Christmastime and
a miner’s daughter or two probably come to mind.
But honestly, coal didn’t really matter until today...
Introducing Tony’s Coal Fired Pizza and Slice House—a dime-size outpost that’s the city’s first coal-oven pizza joint—opening next week next to Tony’s Pizza Napoletana.
Designed to be a quick stop any time of the day or night for all your thin-crust pizza eating needs, Tony’s is loaded with New Haven-inspired charred pies and customized Roman-style slices doled out by the meter.
You’ll see that more than half of the space is now devoted to two gigantic pizza ovens: the flame-throwing 1,000-degree coal bad boy and the RotoFlex that holds nearly two dozen pies that’ll be served by the slice. And the oven makes all the difference: the high temps from the coal penetrate your pie for a smokier taste and a little char.
But the ovens also leave little room to put down roots: there’s only one singular prime corner booth next to the antique Coke machine. So if you can’t decamp there, grab a pie—or a pastrami Reuben—to go and make for Washington Square Park.
Supremely located within reasonable proximity for seconds.
But honestly, coal didn’t really matter until today...
Introducing Tony’s Coal Fired Pizza and Slice House—a dime-size outpost that’s the city’s first coal-oven pizza joint—opening next week next to Tony’s Pizza Napoletana.
Designed to be a quick stop any time of the day or night for all your thin-crust pizza eating needs, Tony’s is loaded with New Haven-inspired charred pies and customized Roman-style slices doled out by the meter.
You’ll see that more than half of the space is now devoted to two gigantic pizza ovens: the flame-throwing 1,000-degree coal bad boy and the RotoFlex that holds nearly two dozen pies that’ll be served by the slice. And the oven makes all the difference: the high temps from the coal penetrate your pie for a smokier taste and a little char.
But the ovens also leave little room to put down roots: there’s only one singular prime corner booth next to the antique Coke machine. So if you can’t decamp there, grab a pie—or a pastrami Reuben—to go and make for Washington Square Park.
Supremely located within reasonable proximity for seconds.