Man, that pizza is making me hungry, I love Italian.
I better go eat some breakfast.
Love the vibe of the place.
since 1962, I have trekked to the ocean from Philadelphia—back in the 1960’s, the line at Tony’s snaked around the building. inside now, five decades later, nothing has changed. red cracked leather chairs , a plastic juke box in each booth, low flickering lights, smoky voiced waitresses with teased red hair and a pencil in their bun. still, the pizza remains among the best in Jersey. anywhere in Jersey. two years ago, John the pizza king passed away—he made a well done sausage and pepperoni pizza that you would have slit your dog’s throat for. John would fold diced garlic in the dough. pound it out with curled edges and literally lay alternately the toppings. cook it slowly for ten minutes. then right under the flames for three minutes. absolutely world class. go to the bar, right out of the Lost Weekend, a tiny window facing out with a stained oak bar and a clunky brass foot rail. a red faced bartender wearing a plain white shirt and a full starched apron. too wonderful. it makes me tear up.
George
March 9, 2011 at 6:34 pmTypically, back in the day, up our way those bar/restaurants had a direct entrance to the dining room that was marked with an exterior neon sign labeled “Ladies Entrance”. Many of them still have the sign.
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March 9, 2011 at 9:30 pmI recall seeing Ladies Welcome on the sides of old diners, but I totally see the appeal of the separate entrance. When we first stumbled upon this place we were a bit surprised by the tavern entrance!