Stuffing their faces tended to mute their outdoor voices. The noise died down a bit when the party of 12 at an adjoining table got their food. Sounds pretty rough, right? But it gets better. When we sat down, we realized that it was as cold as an icebox and as noisy as a rock concert, but without the good music.

We came prepared for a great pizza experience and got it, even after starting off a bit on the wrong foot. I wouldn’t even want to try to rank The Post against, say, Garage Bar, Caffe Classico, Old School NY or a bunch of other splendid locals.īut I’ll say it’s right up there in the top tier, and shines particularly in the New York City-style pie, that large, thin, foldable slice that you can bend in half to eat out of hand, starting from the point and working back. Our fair city is blessed with a lot of really good pizza (and, to be frank, a lot of less-good and even not-so-good pizza). Is it the best in town? I didn’t say that. And I’m here today to tell you that I like the pizza at The Post, an appropriately hip, casual pizzeria in a shotgun house that was once home to Lone Wolf Post #5636 of the Veterans of Foreign Wars post in Louisville’s Germantown. Why should I?īut liking the stuff doesn’t mean that I give up my critical discernment, dammit! Show me a Corporate Pie™ and I’ll shrug and go “Meh.” I know pizza, and I know what I like. Sure, I like pizza, a lot, and I generally won’t say no to a slice. Mary claims that I never met a pizza I didn’t like, but this is a gross exaggeration.

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