Some places are just food. Others are part of the story. For the Gotham Ducati DOC family, Table 87 on Atlantic Avenue is firmly the second kind — so on April 21, we went back to where a lot of this club's bonds were forged: over coal-oven slices, after bike night, in the strange quiet of the pandemic years.
Back then, when much of the city had gone dark, Table 87 stayed our table.
It was where the crew landed after a ride to swap stories, talk bikes, and keep the community breathing when keeping a community together was hard.
As the first spot in Brooklyn to serve coal-oven pizza by the slice, it gave us the kind of room a motorcycle club needs — good food, easy vibes, space to be loud about the things we love. Returning for a proper pizza night felt less like booking a restaurant and more like coming home
The night did what these nights always do: longtime members and newer faces around the same tables, the old bike-night regulars trading the same arguments about the best ride out of the city, and a reminder that Gotham was never really about the machines — it's about the people who show up. The Desmosedicis and Panigales will always be the draw, but it's pizza nights like this that hold the family together between rides.
Thanks to Table 87 for keeping a seat for us all these years. Some homes you don't outgrow.
It was where the crew landed after a ride to swap stories, talk bikes, and keep the community breathing when keeping a community together was hard. 
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