It’s 3 am and an uber slows then stops outside the corner restaurant. 4 party goers spill out still singing the summer anthem from the club they had just left at closing time.
Hungrily they stumble to the counter and design the craziest pizzas I have ever seen in a bid to stave off the post-party starvation that sets in between club and bed.
I watch in silence as the party of four devours the crazy pizza while retelling their adventures and antics of the party that was.
I have never seen a full Andiccios and often wonder how they stay in business with their premium prices for non-premium food.
Finally today, at 3 am on a Saturday morning I finally understand.
This immaculate 24-hour diner has become a rite of passage for drunken and giddily happy yuppies and hipsters. A place to consolidate the memories of a great night out before committing them to the permanent memories of a youth well lived.
I pick up my pizza, stumble to my car, and drive home to commit my own antics of the night that was into permanent memories.
I give 3 am food runs to Andiccios 4 stars.