I used to stop at this joint just about every day when I lived and worked in Boston. I’d catch the commuter train into North Station, pick up a few slices at Half-Time and then catch the Orange line to the office. This is the best morning pizza out there.
This sign actually did stop me dead in my tracks. Indian and Chinese? I’m not sure I can wrap my head around that concept. Either way, I guess I’ll be taking another trip up to Boston when the place opens.
It’s a Massachusetts institution, known also to a handful of people in northern Connecticut, southern New Hampshire and Rhode Island. Papa Gino’s is a local pizza chain that makes one of the most distinctive pies on the market. It’s not great, but you’ll remember it for the rest of your life (which makes sense if you grew up on it). I was able to convince someone to bring a couple of slices down to New York when he took a trip up to Massachusetts. The video above shows how it went.