99 Cent Fresh Pizza

If you were to make a nutritional pyramid based on a healthy New Yorker’s diet, pizza would be the biggest food group on it. Don’t believe me? Just ask Raphael, Leonardo, Donatello and Michelangelo what gave them fuel to take down Shredder and the Foot Clan.

Ladies and gentlemen, the pizza’s importance to the broke-ass community cannot be put into words. Without this immaculate dish broke-asses would have gone extinct from starvation a long time ago. Just imagine the tragedy that would have been if everyone in the world was wealthy. How would we have been able to determine if we were better than our fellow man? What would be considered living in a low-income neighborhood? But most importantly, who would Occupy Wall Street? Thank Baby Jesus for the pizza.

Nowadays you’d be hard pressed to find a dollar pizza in the city. Okay, I’m lying. There are places that do sell dollar slices (if you consider half-a-slice of pizza a slice). Usually when I hear about these thinly cut dollar slices I just cough up the extra .50 or .75 cents for a full slice. That is until my friend took me to 99 Cent Fresh Pizza on Waverly Place. (I’d throw in a Selena Gomez joke in here but Justin Bieber is my idol.)

It’s a small place on West 8th street. If you frequent West 4 often you might know of its grand reputation. Holy mother of God, they actually give you a full slice for .99 cents. They also offer two slice and a can of soda for $2.75. This is a Heaven-sent pizza shop…or so I thought. I picked up a flyer and there’s actually seven of these scattered across midtown. (The addresses can be seen in the pic of the flyer above.) Whether these other locations also offer the same amazing deal is still a mystery to me. (You can thank my faux journalistic skills.) Well, what are you waiting for? Go out there and get a pizza on a budget and discover the other six spots on this island we call Manhattan.

99 Cent Fresh Pizza
388 6th Avenue (Btw. West 8th & Waverly Place)
[Greenwich Village]

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Enrique Grijalva - Mr. Minimum Wage

My father came, my mother saw...and I conquered. I encourage children to do drugs, I buy alcohol for teenagers, and I drink beer with the homeless. In my spare time, I attend art galleries for the FREE booze, I rub elbows with modish elephants, and I hammer six-inch nails into small penises. Stuart knighted me as Broke-Ass King of New York. You've been warned.

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