As I was saying...since I
am impatient couldn't wait for Jay Astafa to arrive with his delicious grub at the Karuna for Animals: Animal Rights and Vegfest, I decided to just go directly to 3 Brothers.
I'd only been to their previous location in Garden City, so this was my first visit to their new Farmingdale location. When I approached, the restaurant and parking lot looked eerily similar to the original GC location that is no longer owned by the Astafa Family; I considered that I might have come to the wrong place.
Luckily, some iPhone sleuthing revealed that the real 3 Brothers was about a mile and a half away. Check your navigation, people; don't let this happen to you: a pizza delay is no joke! And then:
|ding ding ding|
Just what I was looking for:
The new space is bright and the dining room was crowded as expected. The take-out business was bustling (mostly vegan orders were overheard!) and the pizza chef was extraordinarily friendly; I was definitely in the right place.
I somehow resisted the options that were available for immediate nosh, but take note if you're in the area and just want a slice.
Instead, I ordered a ton to-go. How could I not? I was surrounded by the sights and smells of extraordinary vegan pizza.
The dueling menus:
With every minute that passed I wanted to order something more. Instead, I busied myself with a first: blogging right from the restaurant using my Blogger app. I did have time to wait for my large order, so why not? (note: publishing from my Blogger app inexplicably mis-ordered my post)
This is the grandma pizza: square pizza, tomato sauce, fresh basil, Daiya mozzarella, soy parmesan. I requested that it be made on a Sicilian pie instead of the thin crust because more dough is always appropriate.
If there's an appetizing way to photograph a calzone, please let me know. In the meantime, know that it was huge and delish; I ate it with VM's marinara (coincidentally, I ate it with VM, as well).
Also, a large, round pie: with Daiya mozzarella, peppers and onions.
Why? Because my little bit of vegan Italy...went in my trunk.
It was a long drive home with the scent of pizza wafting through the car. You can't very well grab a slice while you're behind the wheel, so everything made it home intact. It was worth the wait; totally delish: every morsel.
Suffice it to say I have plenty of leftovers frozen.
...because you never know when to expect a pizza emergency.