Sabatinos Authentic New York City Pizza — Restaurant in Charleston

Sabatino’s is hands down the best spot for pizza in Charleston! After a fun night at the Art Walk, full of great conversation and laughter with friends, we capped it off with some absolutely bangin’ pizza and garlic knots. Every bite was perfection—crispy crust, delicious sauce, and those garlic knots? Next level. The only tragedy of the night was the lone, leftover garlic knot that met its untimely end in the parking garage when I dropped it; but even that couldn't spoil a perfect evening.

A.I. helped me write a dirge for my tragic drop. Enjoy reading it - then go get yourself a pie at Sabatinos. You won't be disappointed!!

A Dirge for the Lone Garlic Knot

[To be read with great reverence and the deepest of sighs.]

Oh, wretched fate! Oh, cruelest night! The garlic knot has met its blight. One stood alone, forsaken, shunned, While all its brethren had been munched.

Through streets of stone, through alleys old, Michael bore it, brave and bold. No lid to shield, no foil to save, Yet still, it journeyed, strong and brave.

We laughed, we talked, we roamed so free, While that lone knot knew destiny. Through cobbled paths and shadows deep, It dared to dream, it dared to keep.

But then—oh horror! Woe! Despair! A misstep near the garage stairs! The knot took flight—a tragic arc! Like Icarus, it fell too stark.

A Frisbee sent to realms unknown, Its garlicked soul now overthrown. One moment firm, one moment bright, Now flattened in fluorescent light.

No sauce to dip, no teeth to tear, Just crumbs and sorrow in the air. A silent tribute, a tear, a sigh— The knot has left, yet we ask… why?

So raise a crust, a slice, a cheer, For the garlic knot, we held so dear. It lived, it rolled, it fought, it flew, And now it’s gone—our hearts...

A Complete Waste of Time — and Gas

I drove 30 minutes out of my way to try this place, and I regret every second of it. From the moment I walked in, I was greeted by a display of old, dried-out pizza — one slice literally blackened to a crisp. The other options didn’t look much better: dull, unappetizing, and far from fresh.

Since I had already made the drive, I settled for garlic knots. I asked the girl behind the counter if I could see how big they were, and she lazily pointed to a bowl above the counter. When I politely asked again to see them at eye level, she rolled her eyes and turned around with an irritated face like I had just asked her to solve world peace. Zero professionalism.

My mother ordered a slice — and it was so burnt on the bottom it was barely edible. Not only was the food a disaster, but the service somehow managed to be worse. No smiles, no welcome, no sense of customer care. Just a staff standing around looking like smiling might be against their religion.

The restaurant itself is a cramped, smoky mess. The smell of burnt food filled the air, there was no restroom, no parking, and no reason anyone should willingly subject themselves to the experience. It was uncomfortable, unwelcoming, and downright depressing.

I wouldn't recommend this place to a single soul. Bad food and bad service is a toxic combo — and they’ve nailed both. A truly forgettable experience, except for how memorably...

Saturday November 2, 2019

I just attempted to place an order that would have been $100+ for an eleven-year old’s birthday. I was going to pick up instead of having delivered because the birthday boy requested pepperoni rolls. However, in attempting to place the order I needed assistance because the online menu has not been updated. The young woman helping was very sweet but had not been trained well enough to be helpful without asking someone nearby to give answers. This was constant, until she handed the phone to the manager. I then made a simple comment that she should not be answering the phone because she had not been trained well enough to state the ingredients of the Stromboli. The manager then began to instigate a fight and argue with me. He called me rude, stated it was her job and said to bring it if I had complaints because he was the manager. He badgered me further, yelling at me; in defense I said he was rude. This then set him into a further fury and was frankly not only unprofessional but his hostility was frightening. I am very disappointed that I can no longer be a patron of your restaurant or recommend to...