While I am no fan of overpriced anything, especially pizza in the capital of the world's best pizza, I am really sad to know that the $18 pizza (per serving) is no longer viable in the East Village. Una Pizza Napoletano is closing.
For some reason, this particular upscale pizza joint was something special. With only 4 choices on the menu, open from 5pm til the dough runs out and only on Thursdays through Sundays, the tattooed man who stood in the back throwing dough seemed like an ass. I never spoke to him, so truly he might have been a very nice person, but the exclusivity of the "rules" seemed a trite pretentious. The pizza, however, was divine. As thin crusted as they come, with very fresh and very tasty cheese and tomatoes, it was pretty much the perfect pizza.
I will miss this place, where we took out of towners for the pizza of a lifetime, and had romantic dinners when we felt like splurging. There really is nothing like it.