I’ve always been a fan of good old-fashioned dive bars. You know, the places that dispense of pleasantries like televisions, urinal cakes and women, leaving behind only the pure joy and wonderment of getting absolutely hooched-up with some shifty-eyed escaped convict on a random Tuesday night. They represent the truest essence of the drinking experience.

Vedo’s Pizza, a 10-foot wide storefront on Capitol Drive just east of Oakland Avenue in Shorewood is the pizza place equivalent of a good dive bar, and I mean that in the best possible way. Don’t get the wrong idea, the place is very clean, it doesn’t reek of piss and shame, and the purveyors have all their teeth. But the spirit of the dive is alive and well.
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Search “Ratch and Deb’s Pizza” on Google Images and you’ll find this…

Search the East side of Oshkosh, WI for Ratch & Deb’s and you’ll find something just as fucked up and inexplicably awesome — Ratch & Deb’s deep dish pizza.
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While most people have never heard of the place, there are actually quite a few things the small town of Winneconne is known for. The most interesting is the fact that the city seceded from Wisconsin after being left off a state map in 1967. The secession was basically a big joke and only lasted one day, but they still hold a Sovereign State Days festival every year. There’s also the restaurant shaped like a steamboat that seems to draw a lot of people even though it kind of sucks. But if you’re looking for some real Winneconne pizza, look no further than the Village Pub.
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http://www.williamsburgnypizza.com/
649 GRAND STREET
BROOKLYN, NY 11211
(Manhattan Ave. & Leonard Street)

Going back to New York was exciting. Going back to Williamsburg was equally exciting. Despite seeing the most ridiculous looking kids as soon as we got onto Metropolitan I was excited to be able to eat at some of my favorite places, San Loco, Relish, Taco Chulo, and Jerry’s Pizza. Just kidding. I’d never heard of Jerry’s Pizza before.

Red Knife Lottery and I were on the hunt for pizza. My previous journey to Tony’s was a solo mission and Ashley “wanted fucking pizza.” We met up with friends Atlas Moth (who got a burger named after them at Kumas) outside of Union Pool where they were playing later that night. Nobody was familiar with the area except myself and instead of giving some sort of direction we walked around basically aimless. After a good 10 or so blocks getting out of Williamsburg and slowly making our way into Greenpoint we stumbled across a Papa Johns and made a lot of jokes. Then, another block later, we discovered Jerry’s across the street.
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