I have always loved Bill's Off Broadway for its good drunk food and complete lack of bullshit. There is a lingering aroma of beer and pizza and the walls are matted by a layer of kitchen grime. Punks and construction workers both get riled over the video poker, and the employees never seem to clean up the random flyers and papers scattered near the doorway. But god, how I love it for that. It tends to happen that I'm drunk when I go there, or drunk when I leave. Either way, I end up ravaging a cheese pizza ($8.50), which is beautiful with its little pools of oil, raised brown burn bubbles, and golden rim of crust. It's great while you get drunk, and great when you're trying to make the room stand still. Just another reminder of how important unpretentious Bill's is to the debauched Pike/Pine corridor.