The sun-dried tomato ricotta ravioli were both "piquant" and "bangin."…read more The ravioli were rolled out, cut, filled, and sealed right in front of me. The pillowy little pockets didn't even need sauce (I ate one plain like a toddler). Nothing against the sauce: it's a celebration of the tomato, bright and smooth. I also got to watch the master (Bivona) at work. It was like what I imagine witnessing the efforts of a Renaissance sculptor to be like. It was also fun and educational watching him guide customers and give them a tour of the day's pasta shapes. For me, one of the best marks of quality is when you can look at the pasta and see the texture. You know that means your sauce is going to cover all that surface area, that will adhere brilliantly to your noods. The Cannookie (chocolate chip cookies sandwiching cannoli cream) was way more delicious than it had any right to be. I'm not going to ever have one again on principle because it sounds like a racial slur for Canadians, but that doesn't change the fact that it was outstanding. The meatballs, were all beef, I think, so it's pretty impressive how light and tender they were--beefy too.

I'm a distracted, foodie the meatball sub made me forget I came in with a pocketbook, the size of a…read moreovernight bag The Cannookie gave me Brain Fog I forgot everything ‍ #thefoodmademedoit #foodiefirst