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At this nondescript, miniscule corner joint deep in the West Village, the allure is definitely not the décor. Cheap-looking plastic lawn chairs line up against the exterior, and inside the tight space, the ambiance isn’t any better, with shabby stools pulled up to the counter, where a few lonely slices and calzones are on display. Besides a fairly plain, thin-crust pizza, there’s also a fair selection of pizzeria staples to round out the menu: huge meatball heroes, linguini eight different ways. Judging by the flow of single diners and takeout customers, this is primarily a grab-and-go for more easily scarfed sustenance. — Leaya Lee