First off, I have to admit, I have probably eaten at Lorenzo’s ten times as many times as I have eaten at any other pizza establishment in the city. When I first moved to Philly and was dirt broke, I lived on 6th and South, so I regularly ate a $2 dinner down the block. And on Tuesday nights, after I finish at O’Neals, I grab a quick slice for dinner before I head to the Bards. So obviously Lorenzo’s has to have something going for it. But I’m not sure what it is, besides the cheapness and the swiftness of the purchase, as well as a little nostalgia (It was, after all, where he was accosted by the paparrazzi while out with Jersey Girl). I mean, the pizza itself is good, and on some occasions it is great. But it can be a little inconsistant. Palestra Jon and I went on Monday night. The line was short, and we each grabbed a slice and went to the back, where they have placed giant mirrors so you can watch yourself eat. I don’t like watching myself eat.
Of course, part of the charm of Lorenzo’s is the fact that you cannot have anything on your pizza. Anything. At all. Got it? I’ve heard people say that the employees are rude, but I’ve never found that to be the case. Of course, I’m usually there on a Tuesday night, when things are kind of slow. But the dude is always nice to me. Back to the pizza itself. On Monday it was fine. Not amazing, but perfectly good. Here was Jon’s take: I gave it 3 burps….same standards as pepperonis. My evaluation….consistent above average pizza…good cheese, sauce too sweet. Jumbo slice perfect for heavy drinking. If I am just sitting down and eating a slice, this is decent but not great pizza. I think John hit the nail on the head. Three pepperonis it is.
