On Sunday night, my parents and I were wandering the West Village and stumbled upon this little hole-in-the-wall Italian place.
Just kidding. My mom made reservations a month ago. To get a reservation, you have to call exactly a month to the day you want reservations when their reservation line opens at 10am. (You can also make reservations on OpenTable or walk in.) We started discussing coming here to celebrate my finishing the NYC Marathon, so by the time we made it, we had quite a few things to celebrate.
The food was amazing, but the service was exquisite. Any time any of us got up to use the restroom, they picked up our napkins from our seats, refolded them and put them back on the table. They were so incredibly attentive, though it did sometimes feel like that attentiveness was to get us out and the next table in, but whatever.
They brought us a chickpea bruschetta to start, which was delicious and had a little kick.
For our appetizer, my mom and I split the mussels. Thank you for just putting the bread in the mussels, because that is what I was going to do anyway.
My parents do not like fancy ingredients, so they were joking about the menu before we went. “I’m going to get the oxtail,” my dad said.
“No, wait, that actually sounds good.”
I got the gnocchi with the braised oxtail and completely cleaned my plate. You know, just to make sure each bite was as well-made as the first.
My mom got the fettuccine with pancetta and radicchio. I tried a few bites, and I think they took a few years off my life with the richness.
I mean, we weren’t going to not get the Brussels sprouts. They were also made with pancetta, so even my dad liked them.
We also got a side of roasted potatoes with rosemary. (Anything cooked with rosemary will now forever remind me of my friend Mary’s HappySnax, which are the best nuts you will ever have.)
I am still dreaming about that gnocchi with oxtail.
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