A two-and-a-half-pound creamy spinach-artichoke slice that keeps an East Village line running toward the 5am close.
Artichoke Basille's is a counter-service slice shop at 321 E 14th St, open daily 11am to 5am per its own location page. The draw is essentially one item: the spinach-artichoke slice, which The Infatuation describes as 'more like a four course meal (artichoke, an assortment of cheeses, cream sauce, thick Italian bread) than it is a slice of pizza' and weighs in at two and a half pounds. Time Out NY calls the East Village shop 'perpetually packed.'
The line is a late-night fixture. The Infatuation describes a '24/7 line' and, on one Thursday visit at 2:30am, counted 'a line forty deep for a slice of pizza,' which it pegged at 'at least an hour' wait. The wait is not only about volume. The same review complains about 'deliberately slow operation' and notes that even 'when it's empty, it still takes fifteen minutes to get a slice.'
So the queue stacks two ways: after-bar crowds and a slow counter. The Infatuation, despite calling the signature slice 'worthy of the buzz,' concluded 'I'm just not lining up for it ever again.' Damnlines has no camera at this location, so nothing here is a live count. The figures above are reporters' observations, not our measurement.
No camera here yet — but these lines are on camera right now:
Bánh Anh Em · 5 min walkclosedCaffè Panna · 6 min walkclosedLucinda's · 8 min walkclosedWe don't have a camera here, so there's no live count on this page. The Infatuation counted 'a line forty deep' at 2:30am and estimated 'at least an hour' at that peak; it also says a slice takes about fifteen minutes even when the shop is empty.
The Infatuation blames 'deliberately slow operation,' noting a slice takes roughly fifteen minutes even with no crowd. So the wait comes from pace as much as volume.
The shop's own East Village page lists daily hours of 11am to 5am. The Infatuation describes late-night, after-bar crowds and a '24/7 line.'
The Infatuation calls the signature slice 'worthy of the buzz, just not something that you can eat on a regular basis,' at two and a half pounds. The same reviewer swore off the line, writing 'I'm just not lining up for it ever again.'