This fucker is going to be short and sweet. A friend of mine alerted me to an interesting dish here that I just had to try. Chicken or veal parm with pepperoni on top like a fucking pizza:
Yup. That’s the veal. Those white blobs are extra burrata. Fuck yes. I always thought this place was a shit hole tourist trap, but apparently they’re slinging some good shit. Needless to say, I’ll be back for the chicken version, and possibly their Italian rib eye. Take another look at this thing, you savages:
Not quite as good as Tuscany Steakhouse nearby, which happens to be $6 cheaper as well (without the pepperoni). This was a whopping $56, but probably big enough to split with another person if you’re a raging pussy lip.
I went back for a full meal with my wife just a two months later. Here’s what we had:
Calamari and Braised Octopus:
Chicken Parmigiana Pepperoni:
That was fucking KILLER. Go get it.
Lemon Pie Brûlée:
Like a cross between key lime pie and creme brûlée. Very good.
900 7th Ave
New York, NY 10106