Alex's Pizza
Leverington & Mitchell Streets
Philadelphia, PA 19128
I stopped by Alex's in Roxborough on Saturday night with my best friend, who I hadn't really hung out with in two years (long story, my fault). Turns out that our friendship is still intact (yes!), but alas I can't say the same for Alex's pizza.
I've been going to Alex's since the 1970's. The most memorable trip was a basketball championship celebration - our team of 8-12 year olds had won the local title at the rec center.
Our coaches piled about 20 of us kids into Alex's ultra-tiny corner shop, where there's still no seating - it's all take-out. We ate in anyway, having the time of our lives, throwing down about 20 pizzas.
Alex's changed hands a couple years ago. I heard that it sold for 1 million, and that was just for the business, not the building too. I'm not sure I believe all that, but it makes for some good gossip around the 'Borough.
The pizza is mostly the same - thin crust, relatively small in diameter, slightly sweet sauce, and a circular swirl of the cheese and sauce throughout the whole pie. I do find the sauce to be a bit sour lately, but that didn't stop me last fall from discovering that I could still eat an entire pie in one sitting - I'm not sure if that's a good thing, but it's there.
The biggest change is in the staff; and not just the names but the demeanor. The counter girl is just awful - she's been surly and just plain miserable every time I've been there. It's as if they took the most horrible candidate they could find, and stuck her up front because they didn't know what to do with her.
But, I don't blame here, I blame the owner/manager - they gotta see her bad 'tude, but they still let her answer the phone and deal with the walk-ins. Guys, even if she's family, get her out of there, she's costing you business. I hear this from lots of people that I've talked to in the neighborhood.
I miss John, the former owner, who was always there, behind the counter working as the sauce guy, saying hello to every single person who walked in, and - just as important - sincerely thanking everyone as they left with their pies (and it's only pies - they sell nothing else).
And the older lady who worked the counter - her sweet, grandmotherly persona always made the long wait on Friday nights that much more bearable. What a sweet woman, real old school.
So, if you can get past the grumpy counter gal and the sometimes sour sauce, Alex's might still be worth the trip and the wait. For me though, I might be done with the place for a while. But not so for my friendship with my buddy, we're back on track...
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