Just about all the reviews I’d read about the newly opened Wi-Pie was positive. Menupages and urbanspoon lavished, “amazing pizza” and “really great”. Granted there weren’t that many reviews (red flat anyone?), but enough for me to believe that people had been there and liked the pizza. So when we headed over and saw that the “just opened” flags were still flying we started to suspect that we were the most recent victims of planted reviews. The suspicion grew stronger when we actually saw the pizza. While I’m not a fan of excessively greasy pizza, you have to wonder when the pizza has no grease and is actually shriveled around the edges. Nonetheless, we took the bite. And became intimately familiar with edible cardboard. Still, we chewed in vain hoping the next bite would be better than the last, until finally we admitted the entire thing tasted like cheesy paper and our chewing was more like an act of cow-like-grazing than any real eating.
Don’t go. Don’t be pulled in by the ill placed ikea lounge like furniture in a pizzeria, or the giant photos of someone’s baby. Just keep moving.
The Queen Bee. She rules over the Flatbush Riviera. All of Downtown Brooklyn and Fort Greene is her domain. 
