rocco’s pizza, the one with the sausage and broccoli rabe

I don’t cook every night, and not even every time we eat at home. We’ve usually ordered pizza on those nights, but it’s always very good pizza, rotating among several favorite ovens.

On Thursday we had been at a performance in south Williamsburg until fairly late, but not too late to order a home delivery as we were returning on the M train (during the connectivity window crossing the East River).


[the second image, of Rocco’s interior, is from Yelp]