I'm 59 years old. I had my first slice of pie when JFK was in the White House. Since then I've eaten (and made) hundreds - if not thousands more. The pizza at Otto is easily among the five worst I've ever had. The dining experience left much to be desired as well.
First observation upon entering...the air conditioning coming out of the floor registers makes the place cold enough to hang meat. This combined with the metal chairs and you've got instant discomfort.
The server arrived with our menus, two glasses and what appeared to be a milk bottle filled with warm tap water. I asked for some ice and was told matter-of-factly that "We don't have ice here." No explanation, no apology...no ice.
Okay, no huge deal. I asked for a beer on tap. I was told they only served one - an IPA. Again, no big deal. I'm not an IPA fan but I ordered one anyway. Eight bucks for a glass of Honeyspot in a pizza place is just a tad on the presumptuous and insulting side.
The menus is expansive, detailed and somewhat esoteric with listed items such as Scamorza, Grana Padano, and Stracciatella.
I tried to do a Google search to get descriptions of these cheeses and was asked to provide a password for the Otto Guest Wi-Fi.
After flagging down our over worked, over tabled server (the only one for the entire dining room as well as the four al fresco tables) I asked for the password.
"We don't have Wi-FI, it's broke." I was told as she flitted by with another table's tap water.
When we finally got a chance to order I chose the simple Margherita pie and my wife opted for the eggplant with red onions,scamorza,fresh mozzarella, granarino, basil and garlic.
As the web site promises, my selection was in and out of the wood fired pizza oven in a matter of minutes and brought to the table by a kitchen hand as our waitress was in the weeds somewhere else in the room.
We waited a full five more minutes for my wife's pizza to arrive. The young man said, "Oh, I figured you would have just started on the first one."
I asked for pepper seeds and Parmesan to which his reply was the millennial standard response - "No problem."
He turned around, went over to the waiter station - ten feet away - grabbed the condiments and promptly proceeded to get into a conversation with someone who appeared to be a regular waiting for a takeout order. After about a minute I got up, walked over and held my hand out. He gave me the pepper and cheese and continued discussing the live music scene in New York City.
Now to the food.
When my wife took her first bite of her pizza she almost gagged and spit the eggplant out on the plate.
"I think it's rancid, spoiled." she said.
I took a bite and got the distinct flavor of dirt...not good.
We called the server over who proclaimed that all of their ingredients are fresh and offered to make a replacement. We had already been there long enough. My wife said she would simply remove the eggplant. A pretty sorry state of affairs when you have to remove the number one pizza ingredient because it is inedible.
The waitress's flippant remark absolutely floored me:
You're lucky that eggplant is the type of topping you can get off easily."
I.KID.YOU.NOT.
The Margherita wasn't much better. The toppings were watery and tasteless. The predominant flavor was burnt crust...burnt black crust.
I saved my meal with heaping quantities of red pepper seeds and Parmesan.
I usually give a place two opportunities to screw up or prove itself before I pass judgement but I can't do that for this joint. I work much too hard for my money and my leisure time is rare. On top of that I simply never want that aftertaste in my mouth again. read more