According to conventional New York wisdom or err… some guy in Brooklyn, pizza was invented in New York and if you say otherwise, you’ll get your face kicked in. So don’t even get me started! Charlie Tu agrees. (He’s a bottom.) So last night/morning he and some queercore punk got hungers and went to a pizza joint getting a lot of buzz, Artichoke Pizza, in the East Village, which is conveniently located next to Nowhere bar a/k/a Charlie Tu’s second home/health care provider. Did it live up to all the hype? Indeed. The punk and he agree it is the best, but only in Manhattan and maybe parts of Brooklyn, but don’t let anyone know that lest they get their asses kicked. Street cred.