Due Fratelli

Very frustrating experience. Order took 2 hours for 2 pizzas. Instead of being straight-​forward so we could make other plans, we kept getting strung along… Guy on the phone repeatedly lied to me about how much longer it would be: «He’s almost there,» and then 10 minutes later it was «another 20 minutes.» 2 hours later, I get 2 cold pizzas and no apologies. Thanks.
Never again.

Great selection, delicious food. Highly recommend

We ordered delivery at 8:15 on a regular Sunday night. After waiting over an hour, we called. The guy confirmed our order and told us that the delivery should get to us in 20 minutes. After waiting another 40 min we called numerous times to see if it was on its way and no one picked up. After looking online we found that they were closed and we just got our cold food 1 hour and 55 min later.
Oh and a first hungry bite – it AWFUL food.

We live in brooklyn. Even if we didn’t…damn. This pizza belongs south of the mason Dixon line.
Really dudes. You’re in Brooklyn. Don’t go here.

We have only had delivery from this place but everything has been delicious and portion size makes it well worth the price. Recommend the chicken parm and the grilled artichokes. After some sub-​par experimentation with other neighborhood spots, this is now our go-​to delivery for Italian. We just wish we found it sooner!

This used to be Albanese Pizza and I have to say I really support the recent reno. They’re doing a good job introducing some more creative pies to what was previously a run-​of-​the-​mill cheap slice joint. People at my work go crazy for their «salad» pizza and on a recent visit I spotted prosciutto and arugula slices. Plus the new staff is super sweet and eager to please. I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to be thanked for my patronage in this city, especially when dropping less than a Lincoln!

Okay, let’s hold the phone on all these super negative reviews, especially considering that this branch is located in Park Slope, an area that I’ve personally found to be a pretty dead place for pizza prospects, especially if you’re talking by the slice.
While walking to Staples to do a dreaded errand, I ended up on 5^th Avenue feeling that nagging hunger that only pizza can satisfy quickly and completely. Just as I resolved to eat any crap at all, I walked by Due Fratelli, with its door open and a telltale smell of tangy, ample helpings of tomato sauce baked in under cheese.
I swerved indoors, where only a downtrodden mother and her costumed boy sat close to the door. In the back, there was a humungo television broadcasting futbol. Usually, an empty spot at 1 or even 2 p.m. (which was the time when I was there) is bad news. Not this place. Here, I just had more to myself. Frankly, I was stunned at the variety of ready-​made pizzas available by the slice. First, I saw a full suite of standard specials (I know that’s a bit of an oxymoron, but you know what I mean) that plenty of places fail to keep in full stock, such as margherita, buffalo chicken, pepperoni, grandma, square Sicilian, white, and something gruesomely meaty, and something else boringly veggie. Wow. Then, I rounded the corner and saw what looked like entire pasta dishes (e.g. fully loaded tortellini) and salads (e.g. Chicken Ceasar, in case you’d ever want that shit on a pizza template — what an insult to pizza). What really gave me a «whoa» moment, though, was to see one slice with chicken and LEMON, with leaf-​thin half moons of sliced lemon actually on the pie. That just seemed to stray into gourmet territory. After that, my vision kind of blurred, making me unable to discern the additional calzones, host pastas, and bread knots in the great beyond. I was there for pizza.
Though the lemon chicken shocker was very intriguing, I stuck to my instincts and chose what I thought was the source of the smell that had lured me inside in the first place; Il Margherita. So I ordered it and asked how much, budgeting for the annoyance of $ 3 or even $ 4 plus a few dreaded coins, resulting in the return of a bunch of coins that I’d then have to carry around jingling in my bag for the rest of the day.
‘Ah…” he said, thinking a bit for some reason, «three dollars.» Score!
With experienced speed and finesse, he lopped off a slice and flung it into the big oven. Moments later, he took it out, and it was somehow hot and crispy on all the edges but juicy on top. Now, you might think that garlic and basil elements make the Margherita a pretty hard thing to F up, but sometimes you get one sauce that’s dried out between hardened squiggles of mozzarella, with crunchy basil and dead, weakass garlic and an over-​herbed crust. Not so here. Everything was fresh and the flavor was alive. Even the crust had that pure flavor of just-​baked enriched flower. As I ate, I actually found the menu over the counter far more entertaining than the soccer game on TV, or certainly the exhausted woman and her fitful child.
Seemed like there wasn’t a damn thing that they didn’t have. Obviously, they had specialty pizza pies, or create-​your-​own options with toppings like «anchovies from Spain,» «Mom’s mini meatballs,» fresh ricotta, fresh sliced tomato, grilled eggplant, prosciutto, chopped artichoke, caramelized onions, and sauteed spinach among a few other non-​traditional stuff. They had all the pasta dishes and entrees that you might not even find at a run-​of-​the-​mill Italian restaurant in the city, let alone in a casual slicery environment. You name it; arrabiata, vodka, genovese, bolognese… linguine, whole weat linguine, penne, fettuccini, gnocchi… porcini mushrooms, frutti di mare, manicotti, stuffed shells, baked ziti, chicken marsala, VEAL marsala. They had hot sandwiches, cold sandwiches, subs and all the annoying standards that can be found at crap deils and cafes: salads (yuck!), wraps, Mexican stuff, melts, and even burgers called «the Cordon Bleu burger,» and «Wyoming Burger.» There were steaks. Tilapia. Day boat pan seared scallops. Fried calamari. GRILLED calamari. Wings, certainly. Gyros. Cannolis. Tres leches. Even carrot cake, should you get the urge. New England clam chowder, baked clams, Minestrone, split pea, cream of mushroom, shrimp bisque, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph…
I’m not saying you’d walk into this place and get any of the above variations, or find that it was good. But… just the fact that it exists and that Due Fratelli DELIVERS (if you want to go down that slippery slope)…is like a safety net under a tightrope walker who never falls. In short, it is a marvel and a comfort.
If you walk by, just try a slice — not one of the barfy salad ones, but something more regular. I pretty much guarantee it deserves a hell of a lot more than one, two, or three stars, even before factoring in speedy service, fair price, and clean environs.

I ordered takeout and the food was overpriced and not very good. The $ 18 «margherita» pizza had a thick and chewy crust and way too much bitter sauce and tasted like a frozen pizza with margherita-​like toppings thrown on top. I could have spent half as much at domino’s and gotten a better-​tasting pizza!

This is where Albanese Pizza used to be, I’m fairly certain. I can’t speak to how the pizza was, but I had a chicken roll that was decent. The roll was only $ 5, which seemed cheap to me, and the chicken parm inside was fine.
They were nice enough to wrap my roll up when I only had time to eat about half of it there. Service was good, even if I’m not convinced they speak much English.
The main con is the restaurant is somewhat dirty and in poor shape. But if you need a quick cheap bite, this seems like an okay enough place.

I had some of the worst pizza I’ve ever had in New York here. My friends and I tried a wide variety of slices (whole wheat and regular crust; round pies and square), and none of us was satisfied. The whole wheat crust was cardboardy and nearly broke my teeth, the sauce tasted like pure high fructose corn syrup, and the vegetables seemed canned. The slices were lukewarm to boot.