So I’ll keep it brief. After all, it’s been two months since we visited NYC, and my memory of it may be a little faded, but the photos I took keep it fresh in my mind. Like the daintiest of fresh pastas, it didn’t take long looking at the photos to bring it all back.
Eataly is a gourmet Italian food market just next to the Flatiron Building at 23rd Street where you can not only have a meal or a glass of wine, but you can stand at a coffee counter, a la Italy itself, or take a delicious gelato on the go. There are areas for all delights: pizza (la piazza) meats (manza and rosticierria), fish (il pesce), paninis (panini), and vegetarians (le verdure), where we found ourselves on our last day in New York City.
We’d been walking around the 911 Memorial all morning, taking in its somber atmosphere and enjoying a moment of silence for those who lost there lives. We also enjoyed a few photographs to keep it fresh for us;
When completed, the 911 Memorial is going to be a lovely public space. Though I wonder if they’ll have the kind of security we had on our visit. Queue after queue, ticket check after ticket check, bags searched and x-rays performed. But a lovely visit nonetheless.
Oh, did I mention it was freaking hot? Not much shade in the memorial queues, so it made our decision to get gelato instead of go to the Natural History Museum that much easier. We escaped into the air conditioned subway for a quick ride to 23rd Street and transported ourselves back to Italy.
It’s easy to spend a good amount of time at Eataly, and with row after row of imported Italian goods surrounding us, it’s not surprising DH did a little jig:
Our immediate thought was la Piazza. But after a look at the busy dining area we made a bee line to il pesce where the prices gave us a fright. And upon looking at the vegetarian menu, Le Verdure was the spot. Fresh, seasonal ingredients filled every dish. I had the Farrotto, Faro cooked a la risotto, and in my memory (because it didn’t last long enough for a photograph) it was filled with peas, parm and a little mint. It was delicious.
Top marks to the guys behind the counter.
And, since you asked, here is the rest of our Eataly experience, in photo:
**warning, photographs of meat to follow**
I wanted to take everything home with me, including the guys making homemade gnocchi. Surely they’d fit in my suitcase, no?
But alas, I could have none of it, for I was leaving later that day for England, and part of me knew that if I really wanted fantastic Italian goods, what better way to get it than in Europe?
I have one last thing to say to Eataly: come to Los Angeles!