Referring back to the NOLA trip with my mom, on Sunday we drove to Slidell for a swamp tour and headed back to the city for dinner. The original plan was to eat po’boys at Domilise’s, but we were disheartened to pull up and see it’s closed on Sundays. Minus one point, Domilise’s.
Tired of driving and growing hungrier by the minute, we defaulted to Slice. It was the next best option because it recently got a Serious Eats mention, a friend works there and it was close by. Three points, Slice.
Cruising through Central City near the Garden District (?), we found Slice a few minutes from Domilise’s. Entering a long, narrow building we made our way to a booth.
A waiter came to take our drink order and I kindly inquired about my friend. Sporting a confused face, he said no one by that name works there and he must be at the other one. Other one? Naturally, there are two Slice locations, it was the second sad revelation of the night.
Now, our waiter must not have liked the look of us, or maybe my friend, because we hardly saw him throughout our meal. He brought us water and we waited. We ordered drinks and we waited. He brought my mom her Strawberry Abita, but forgot my Diet Coke.
As the name foreshadows, among the many menu items you can order a whole pizza or a single slice. We had to flag him down to place our order. Each of us got a half House Salad and slice of a specialty pizza, the Special for me (yes, a Special specialty) and the Veggie for my mom.
We waited, but tell me, how long does it take for two side salads and slices of pizza? Minus one point, Slice.
The salads were delivered and for some reason a different waiter brought us a side of dressing, a tangy vinaigrette with chunks of blue cheese. I liked that the dressing itself wasn’t creamy, but instead was dotted with bits of Gorgonzola.
The individual pizza slices are big enough to enjoy as a meal when paired with the salad, otherwise I could have taken down two. The crust is thin, crispy and dusted with cornmeal. Toppings generously covered the cheese, which was sparse in some places. It was slightly undercooked for my taste, not nearly golden brown, but it tasted good I wasn’t about to send it back.
Our waiter never returned to refill drinks or check on us. The other waiter (who brought us salad dressing) noticed we were finished eating and had been sitting awhile. He rang up our check, dropped it off and went to hunt down our guy. Minus another one, Slice.
If you want to take a gamble on the service, the pizza at Slice is worth exercising some patience. Inevitably, we declined dessert. A better place was on the horizon.
Next up, Sucre.
1513 Saint Charles Avenue
New Orleans, LA 70130