My mom came in to hit up the San Gennaro Festival with me today, and we stopped at a place in Little Italy called Lunella for lunch. Yes, I really passed up pasta for some chicken and spinach. (Mostly because of how sick to my stomach I was last night, but that’s neither here nor there…) My mom wasn’t crazy about her baked zori, but my chicken was melt-in-your-mouth tender.

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