Sat down at the bar, was promptly greeted, served and opened a tab. After 15-20 minutes, I started looking for a refill. Couldn’t seem to catch the bartender’s attention no matter what I tried. People seated on either side of me had no problem getting served. At one point I waved and said hey to the bartender and he nodded and said hey back, then kept serving the people beside me. Apparently he thought I wanted to just say hi?? My glass was empty for a half hour before I gave up and started trying to get the check. Overall I spent almost an hour seated at the bar and was never checked in with once even though I was seated right in front of the bartender. But he’ll check in with a woman to my left ten minutes after he gives her a water to make sure her water’s still treating her right. I would’ve stayed for hours and tipped enthusiastically if only I could’ve been afforded a little respect. In the future I’ll find a different bar.
Edited to add: It seems like other people have been having this same experience here as well. Yikes, you've only been in business for a little over a year and you've already got a reputation. Ironic that a place bending over backward to try to recreate the vibe of an authentic neighborhood joint actively curates its bar clientele by catering to people they want to keep around and ignoring the people they would like to replace. Who knows what it was about me-- too old? Too fat? Not cute enough? Dressed a little too "working class" in my t-shirt and jeans? This isn't an authentic neighborhood slice shop, it's a mirage. It feels more like a movie set or an amusement park attraction than a legit old school slice shop. What makes a true NY slice shop isn't the tacky wood panel siding or the vintage '70s era signage, it's the fact that pizza is the great equalizer, it's for everyone regardless of social class or appearance. NY pizza would never have become the longstanding cultural mainstay that it is if the NY slice shops had followed Paulie Gee's approach of overindexing on aesthetics at the expense of providing dignity and respect to the working class clientele whom this establishment has apparently deemed undesirable. Paulie...
Read moreReview: A Slice of Disappointment 😅
This past Sunday, February 2, I decided to finally see what all the hype was about. Several people swore that this pizza joint served up some of the best slices Philly has to offer. And since I just moved back to the city, I thought, Why not give it a try? I was ready to be wowed—cheese pulling in slow motion, sauce singing a symphony on my taste buds, the works. What I got, however, was…well, let’s just say this pie wasn’t hitting any high notes.
Let’s start with the crust. It was solid—literally. The base had a texture that reminded me of something you’d find on an archaeological dig. Imagine if an entire pizza crust had been left out overnight and hardened to stone. It’s the kind of texture that could cause a minor dental emergency if you weren’t careful.
The sauce? Scarce. So scarce that I almost checked my DoorDash order again to see if I had accidentally ordered the “dry” version. For a pizza at this price point, I expected at least a generous coating—maybe a little saucy flair. Nope. It was like the chef had a personal vendetta against tomatoes that day.
As for the toppings, well, let’s just say they were playing hide-and-seek…and winning. Sparse sausage, elusive pepperoni—it was like biting into a game of “spot the meat.” Flavor? I was ready for a burst of peppery, cheesy goodness, but instead, I got a burst of disappointment. The cheese seemed to have phoned it in, barely making an appearance.
Now, in fairness, I did rate the atmosphere five stars…mainly because the atmosphere was my couch and Netflix. But as for the pizza itself, it’s giving overhyped. We ordered the Freddy Pepperoni/Sausage Pie and even threw in a $5 tip during checkout, hoping the pizza gods would bless us for our generosity. Spoiler alert: they didn’t.
Look, maybe it’s just me, but I’ve had better slices from corner shops that barely advertise. For now, I’ll chalk this up as a learning experience. Philly has plenty of pizza spots, and I’ll keep searching for that legendary slice everyone keeps talking about. Until then, this one’s going in my “meh”...
Read moreThis is the first time we’ve given a review on vegan pizza and I always try to stay true to every aspect of each business. I gotta start by saying poly G is a really cool place really welcoming, comfortable atmosphere has a really retro look to it one of the first things you see when you walk to the counter is an old school vending machine. I’m thinking maybe 50s or 60s I’m not sure and then in the area off to the right there’s a little lounge area where there’s an old school gaming system and Atari 2600 with games to choose from really cool seating and an old tube TV. I could hang out at this place. It would be really great. Just to reminisce. There’s also a bar that seems to have a nice vibe to it. We decided to choose four slices of pizza, the sausage, the plain, the Vidalia onion, and the pepperoni. The pepperoni is without a doubt To us this is something I would come in for if I’m close by the crust is excellent. It’s thin crispy very good tasting ample amounts of cheese and the pepperonis are really good, the Vidalia onion I thought lacked cheese. Maybe it wasn’t supposed to come with it I’m not sure again. The crust is very good and the sauce is good we just thought it lacked a little bit in flavor. A couple sprigs of basil would’ve brought that out. Maybe I don’t know not trying to be too critical just our take on it, the sausage we weren’t very fond of because there was no real sausage flavor. it was very hard to find the cheese and sausage on this Crust is good, but there wasn’t a whole lot of sauce on this one at all, so it was kind of like eating crust by itself. The cheese pizza was good just like a cheese, pizza With an ample amount of cheese on it. The service was good. The folks behind the counter are very friendly and it’s a really neat place. If I’m in the area yes, I would stop by for the pepperoni. I would not make a beeline across the city...
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