Wow. I can’t believe I’ve never been to Roma. Whoever says there’s no good pizza in Westchester is wrong. Dead wrong. This is crisp, well balanced and delicious. And going to the restaurant is a hoot. It’s a step back in time.
I think you can see what I mean from the font of the menu:
It’s like the “Godfather” meets “A Chorus Line.”
And the lights above the bar also scream 1970s to me:
But the restaurant has been around for more than 75 years. I believe this not its original location, though. Here’s a look around:
Not the most beautiful of places, but perfectly comfortable to take the family. And I hear that’s what a LOT of people do. My friend says it’s so packed you can’t get in on a Friday or Saturday night, and when you sit down, they say: “Do you want to order a pizza?” because they take a while to bake and you have to get your order in right away.
As for our order, it was taken by an amazing waitress named Elizabeth. She’s a people person: so friendly, joking around, laughing and still very efficient. Lucky is the day when Elizabeth is your waitress. She brought us our Caesar, which is big enough for four people to share:
A little cold, but nicely dressed (not too gloppy) and nice shavings of parm. Perfectly acceptable and just what you’re looking for in a pizza-joint Caesar.
Now for the main attraction:
Look at that crust! You know how sometimes after a pizza meal, you’ll see strips of crusts lying on people’s plates? Nu-uh. Not here. This is the kind of crust people fight over. It’s crispy and charred (but not too much) and with just the right chew to the dough.
I enjoyed the plain more than the mushroom. I think once you put toppings on a pizza you can take away from the delicate balance. (Although I must admit, when I was leaving, I overheard a woman getting her takeout order, and she had requested a pizza with egg. That would be my downfall.) We ate precisely one half of each pizza and one-quarter of the Caesar. We took it home and had an amazing dinner, too.