"Generations of rock musicians, poets, and painters have cheaply feasted — often late into the night — at Stromboli, located at the crossroads of St. Marks and First Avenue in the East Village. The crust is thin, the deep red sauce with more than a touch of sweetness, and the cheese moderately applied, and late in evening, clubgoers mill around on the sidewalks gobbling down their slices." - Robert Sietsema