I rarely find myself in Soho, unless it’s by accident.

On weekends, the narrow streets are teaming with hoards of tourists pretending to shop at stores they can’t afford, while really hoping to get a glimpse of some celebrity exiting their spacious loft.

It’s like Hollywood Boulevard meets Rodeo Drive. Now you know why I avoid it.

Some of my very best friends had flown to NYC to celebrate my 40th birthday, so we all rented a cute studio from Airbnb, just a few blocks away. Staycation!

I had seen Ben’s before, while waiting in that God awful Cronut line, which is right next door.

We visited Ben’s several times throughout the long weekend, and never did it disappoint. There truly is nothing like good New York pizza to soak up a belly full of booze. Plus, there’s rarely more than a few dollars remaining in one’s pocket for anything more high falutent.

We all agreed that Ben’s served some really tasty pizza. Even Chesty Morgan (who only visits pizza joints named after men, never women) liked it, and her list of things she enjoys can fit on a post-it.

If you take a look at the pics below, you’ll notice Chesty attempting to cool off one of her slices, as the never ending steam emitted from it like the exhaust from a 1967 Corvette (I think, how would I know?)

177 Spring St
New York, NY 10012
b/t Thompson St & Broadway
South Village
Phone number (212) 966-4494
famousbenspizzaofsoho.com