I don't know why the author feels the need to hyperbolize the grease content of the food here. The pizza isn't any greasier or oilier than warm cheese usually gets. The crust is thin and delightfully crispy, and the Italian sandwiches (with all toppings) are an epicurean treat. The only thing that makes this place resemble a dive is the constituency: drunks stumbling over from the regional bars and strip clubs. The establishment itself is tidy and clean, if low-overhead, and the food is perfectly cromulent.
In the war between reality and hipster cred, reality never should lose.
