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"In Bed-Stuy I stopped into the Fulton Ale House where the bartender was initially friendly and even said he was fine with outside food 'as long as it doesn't compete with the pizza you can buy from me,' but the vibe quickly soured when a friend ordered pizza from elsewhere and the regulars narked us out; the bartender got mad and yelled, though I managed to smooth things over. We split a grandma pie there that was nuts — garlic, pepperoni, and basil in a large baked square with a crispy crust — and I ate two slices while people made fun of me." - Chris Crowley