Escape From New York Pizza, The Club

After the security guards graciously informed me that “Sir, you're standing in the middle of the street,” they went on to tell me that this was in fact an open and operating Escape From New York Pizza during the day.

Seriously? Just how fucking big is it in there??  As crackin as the scene may have been, I didn't pay the cover to find out.

And so I invite you, dear readers, to caption this photo.  Here are a few to start you off.

 a.) Two topping minimum.

b.) Cover costs more than a slice.

c.) Greasiest stripper poles on the West Coast.

d.) (…fill in the blank with your comment…)

 a.) Two topping minimum.

b.) Cover costs more than a slice.

c.) Greasiest stripper poles on the West Coast.

d.) (…fill in the blank with your comment…)

Comments (6)

Well, at least he addressed you as “Sir” ; that’s an order of magnitude up from what you’re usually called.

WHAT“S ZACH USUALLY CALLED? PLEASE FILL US IN, DEAREST COMMENTER.

good caption bro, but i think it’s a little too long.

It’s a giant and douchey under aged club on the weekends. Used to be Goat Hill Pizza, but the pizza part is basically a way to back door charging bridge and tunnel kids an arm and a leg for crappy beats.

Not that I can compete with Caption A, but here goes:

Tenth Cover Free with Punch-Card

and

No Dancing on the Salad Bar

BRO ESCAPE IS WHERE ITS AT!