I’ve been obsessed with Emily for awhile. This sounds a little Single White Female stalkerish, so let me clarify–Emily is a restaurant in Clinton Hill run by Emily and Matt Hyland, and I’ve been dying to try the pizza there for some time. What was stopping me? Clinton Hill just sounded really far for some reason (it’s actually really not), and the restaurant doesn’t take reservations.
It makes total sense then that I stumbled upon Emily by accident. We were wrapping up a cupping at Parlor Coffee’s facility in Brooklyn Navy Yard, which is in the middle of nowhere, and started walking towards civilization, or basically any area that had a train back to Manhattan. Clinton Hill happened to be the neighborhood that was the closest, and as we made our way there and walked down Fulton St, we saw some people waiting outside a restaurant. I peeked in, exclaimed “OMG, this is Emily!”, and felt like I was being reunited with an old friend, even though we had never met. But clearly this was meant to be, and we had to eat here, no matter how long the wait. Luckily the wait was only 10 minutes. We were doing this!
Everyone around us ordered the same thing, a pizza and the Emmy Burger, a gorgeous hunk of grass fed dry aged meat that there ever was. I came here thinking I would only have eyes for the pizza, but I also fell in love with the burger. This really is the best burger that I’ve ever had. It’s such a high quality patty that’s legitimately good on its own as a standalone ground beef steak. It’s seasoned so well with pepper, garlic and caramelized onions, and the combination of the melted cheddar cheese and the secret Emmy sauce is magic. It takes a certain kind of bun to be able to support this big, juicy patty, and the sturdy pretzel bun is up to the task. It’s served with these thin, crispy french fries that taste like the ones at McDonald’s. I can’t say enough good things about it.
The burger was a hard act to follow, but the pizza also made a very strong showing. The two girls sitting next to us recommended that we order the Colony pie, and judging by how happy and content they looked after eating it, I decided to take their advice. I was instantly mesmerized by how amazing the pizza was. The thin and blistery wood-fired Neopolitan-style crust was perfect, and the flavors of the toppings covered the essential parts of the palate–sweetness from the honey, heat from the pickled chili, and saltiness from the cheese. If you’ve ever had the bee sting pizza from Roberta’s, it tastes like that, and that’s one very high bar. Emily can add another one to her many admirers–Pizza Loves Emily, and so do I.
919 Fulton St (between Waverly Ave and Clinton Ave)
Brookyln, NY 11238