Dan G.
Yelp
I know it's kind of a faux pas to give a restaurant five stars without eating there; t's a place I doubt most Yelpers will ever go out of their way to eat. In any case, I did want to give credit to the owners and employees of this humble restaurant.
Sometime ago, I either dropped my wallet or was pickpocketed while in Times Square. That was about the worst feeling I've had since I lived in New York, thinking about the $100 in cash that I had just withdrew and having to reapply for my drivers license and credit cards. Not to mention my Starbucks Gold card. And then it started to pour, and then I suddenly sympathized with all the people claiming just to need $0.50 more to get on the bus to home...I would've given them money if my wallet hadn't been stolen.
Anyway, as I was walking home, I realized someone had been trying to call me for the last 20 min. I picked up and it was a man who said he worked at some place with "42nd" in the name and a flag in front of the door, and that he found my wallet with my business cards. I thought, "Oh cool, someone on 42nd St. near Times Square dropped my wallet off at the nearest restaurant." The man corrected me, saying that they were near 12th ave. I didn't even know 42nd st. went that far, but whatever, I was glad someone found my wallet.
So about an hour later, I've walked to 42nd St., passed Times Square, and realized that 12th Ave. was way west, and for the restaurant to be near there, it would practically have to be on the water. Then I started to think it was some kind of set-up where someone would jump me as soon as I walked in, because how could my wallet end up a mile away from where I lost it? I thought maybe some tourists had picked it up, taken a tour bus all the way west, and dropped it off at the nearest restaurant...but 42nd Pizza was in the middle of nowhere...I can't imagine it does much business except for the police station nearby.
Well, I go in and the owner enthusiastically shows off my wallet and pointing out that everything is still in there, the cards, the money, everything. I did a quick check and it looked like all the money, more than $120 was in there, plus all my cards.
Of course I had to ask how they got the wallet in the first place, and one of the staff piped up, saying that some young men had come in with the wallet, sat down and ate, and left, forgetting my wallet behind. The waiter picked it up and the owner was wise enough to look for my business cards. In the meantime, from the hour it took me to walk all the way back, the men who had somehow gotten my wallet came back and demanded it back. But the owner, by his account, told them too bad, he already called the wallet's real owner.
The only thing that made me happier about getting my wallet back was thinking about how dejected those bad Samaritans were, to think they had all that money in their hands and now were being shit-canned by a small restaurant owner with integrity. I didn't eat there, the pizza didn't look the best, but I bought a bottled drink and gave a big tip. I can't recommend the food without having tried it, but I can vouch at least for the honesty of the staff.