About Two Saucy Broads Pizza
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We were starved and stopped in at Two saucy Broads Pizza. We sat down and started with an IPA beer. Looking over the menu we ordered the Supreme pizza. For dessert we had the churro. The food, beer and desert was incredible. This New York style pizza was awesome. I highly recommend this pizza place. We will definitely come here again.
Pizza is soooooooo g double o d good! It's a new York style slice pizza. The sauce and ingredients are fresh and cheese has such good flavor! Place is pick up from what I see. The manager was nice and accommodating in every manner. Beers on tap! I just got pepperoni so good. Mon - Friday lunch special! And lady happy hours specials. So all day u get some deal. And a patio area to eat great view. Well kept and clean.
This specific time was a delivery order, though I’ve had the pleasure of eating onsite. Actually back in the day you were able to order a pizza while at Bootleggers next door, no idea if they allow that any longer. Saucy Broads is always a good quality pie, always. Wish they were a little cheaper to be honest. Only reason I graded service a 4 is they are always one of the slowest to deliver.
Absolutely delicious and full of flavor. Brooklyn Bomber would recommend and Vegan Garlic Knots are amazing.
Therapy’s Expensive. This Pizza Wasn’t. We dined in. Pizza came out on a cold metal tray like it had just done time—and somehow still had dignity. No frills, no fake smiles, just a steaming, chaotic masterpiece staring you down. The Supreme hit different. Crust was thin, gritty, crisp—held up under pressure, unlike me. Sauce had bite, not bullshit. Garlic whispered sweet nothings through every bite like an ex who still knows how to ruin your life. Veggies were roasted with just enough trauma to give them character. Sausage and pepperoni brought the heat without drowning the vibe. Cheese was melted chaos—no symmetry, no plan, just passion. You don’t eat this with expectations. You eat it because you need to remember what real tastes like. What joy tastes like. Even if it’s just for the length of one messy, glorious slice. Grab a beer. Let it all hit. And for a moment—just one—everything makes sense.