So, these past few months I’ve been working extremely hard on this crazy project with my best friend, Marina.
We are artists and co-founders of The Penitentiary, a site-specific art exhibition to take place in abandoned war-era prisons throughout Eastern Europe.
The first of these will take place at Patarei Prison in Tallinn, Estonia next summer, June through August. There will be a continuous rotation of artists each month, but we don’t plan on only showing art. We’ll be hosting performances, theater, lectures, round-table discussions, the works!
But, here’s the thing. We’re doing this outside of the institutional norm. We’re hoping to rely solely on crowd-funding and on our own saved money. It’s going to be a real challenge, but if it’s something worth having, we welcome the struggle.
If you can’t donate, please help by spreading the word!
Thank you thank you thank you <3
After moving to Astoria, Queens in March one of my top priorities was to check out my Seamless web options, as I was previously living in the industrial wasteland / unpopular part of Williamsburg and was excited for new (any) opportunities. I was having a pizza craving something mean, and it needed to be thrifty. As I scrolled, Pronto Pizza was proving to be a very viable option. Long story short, their personal pie was $7.00, I ordered it, and it was amazing.
As the ‘re-order’ feature was turning into my best friend, I started to wonder, where is Pronto Pizza? Is it legit? Is this 3 day old soggy mozzarella that is easily disguised as fresh when baked? Is this sauce Ragu?? Is Pronto Pizza actually a Chinese restaurant??? (I’ve seen this before, no joke).
Fast forward and I’m in Zagreb, the capital of Croatia, checking out museums before bussing it to my family’s house on a small island. The dude’s apartment I was subletting set me up on a date with his brother. I picked Karijola Pizzeria, with or without the date, because I’d read it was epic and it happened to be across the street from where I was staying. I ordered the margarita pie (unusual for me, I go pretty heavy on the veggies). It arrived, it was divine, the date was lame.
Pizza in Croatia is spectacular. Though excellent pizza it is most associated with Italy, being they are in such close proximity Croatia gets overshadowed. However, pizza in Croatia is absolutely better. It’s not just me, any Croatian will tell you so, and their not bragging - these are just the cold hard facts (may we just remind ourselves that part of current-day Croatia once belonged to Italy?) After my earth-shattering experience at Karijola I’d wondered, will Pronto Pizza ever be the same?
So, after arriving back in NY I’ve reluctantly ordered my pie, and yes, Pronto Pizza is still exactly the fucking same. Finally, my breaking point was reached after an appalling experience in the West Village last week which involved the abuse of garlic in unmentionable ways and my realization that this craft could be so hit or miss. In conclusion, this is essentially not just a search to find the best personal pizza in Queens, but to find pizza in Queens that is better than Pronto.
Real talk: probably one of the better things you’ll ever see in your entire life.