Monday, March 28, 2011

Ai Fiori, New York NY



Michael White has made quite a name for himself since I first ate his cuisine at Alto – a visit that was an unplanned walk-in when Anthos proved to be incapable of even the most basic aspects of running a restaurant. With little knowledge of White’s cuisine or style at that time the choice to visit Alto was largely based on location, convenience, and word of mouth(s) yet I was welcomed like an old friend and served some of the best Italian food I’d tasted to date; it was then that I vowed to frequent the White establishments and subsequent visits led me to Convivio, Marea, and Osteria Morini in short order. With mixed experiences at the various establishments but the food generally falling somewhere between good and great it was with excitement that I heard about his new venture entitled Ai Fiori – a return to the “fine dining” stylings of Alto featuring cuisine described as “Frenchified Italian” – and on discussion with New York friends both old and new a table for four was my reward for a day full of presentations at the conference for which I was in town.





Located in the recently renovated Setai Hotel in the heart of Manhattan the setting for Ai Fiori could not have been more convenient and my arrival for our 8:30 reservation was timed perfectly. Welcomed by a friendly doorman and pointed to the spiral staircase ascending to the restaurant I was struck by the modern décor and unique design of the building first and then by that of the restaurant’s bar and lobby – a long space with dark woods, brilliant whites, soft lighting, low seating, and fascinating art throughout. Checked in to the hostess stand I was informed that I was the first in my party to arrive and was welcomed to either wait at the table or in the bar area and after opting for the later I picked up a copy of Chef White’s magazine to peruse while awaiting others. With the intriguing cocktail list and bar menu in hand I declined alcohol instead opting for water and within fifteen minutes our party was whole and we were led to our table.





With introductions made as two of us had never met it would be mere moments before our server arrived – a familiar face to two of my co-diners who would help guide us through the menu-structure and assist in pairing wines for the connoisseur of the table. With mixed feelings about the service at most of White’s restaurants I will note here that Ai Fiori was quite adequate overall but certainly not without its faults as water often sat unfilled, wines occasionally arrived subsequent to their plates, and timing was a bit off during a number of courses. That said, taking into consideration the size of the dining room and the sheer number of covers on that particular evening (including EMP General Manager Will Guidara who happened to be seated right next to us) we should also bear our part of the blame for the timing issues as we eschewed the “standard” menu format instead opting to add at least one (and in some cases two) courses each to the prix fixe structure in order to sample as much of the menu as possible.





With orders placed and conversation flowing as I browsed the pleasant yet bland room bolstered by bright flowers and dynamic views Fifth Avenue it would be mere moments before our first bites of the evening would arrive – in this case three types of bread including Olive, Whole Grain Oatmeal, and Semolina Baguette along with grassy salted cow’s milk butter. With the breads baked in house and served warm all were good while the Olive was truly exemplary and with the bread man truly on his game I will note that there was rarely a time when anyone’s bread plate was empty.





After the bread our second taste of the evening was the nightly amuse – in this case a seasonal shot described as Warm Parsnip Purée with honey foam. Served in a double shot glass but in fact less than a mouthful this flavorful sip was earthy yet sweet and light – a nice opener, but nothing terribly memorable.





Having already mentioned our manner of ordering – all opting for the prix fixe plus a dish or two with some duplicates – I feel the cuisine is best served by describing the dishes themselves as opposed to who ordered what and in what order they arrived, particularly as everyone was opened to sharing and there was not a dish on the table anyone to sample. Beginning first with the simple – a dish titled “Insalata” featured Italian Winter Greens, Pickled Delicata Squash, Manchego, Aged Sherry – everything was fresh, everything vegetal was crisp, and the balance of bitter, sweet, and savory was nicely done. It was a good salad, the result of good ingredients largely unaltered.





Moving on to more interesting antipasti, “Torchon” was one of the favored dishes by many tables that evening, and for good reason. Described as Foie Gras au Naturel, Seckel Pear, Ormeasco Mostarda, Pistachios, with Brioche Toast this creamy round of largely unadorned duck liver was creamy and unctuous though it’s cold service temperature required a bit of time to warm enough to spread on the brioche. With crunchy pistachios and fleur de sel atop and a salad of spinach, pear, and more pistachio alongside the dish found a pleasant balance, but considering the price tag the portion size was rather anemic compared to other highly regarded Manhattan restaurants.





Another antipasti ordered by two at our table would be “Uovo,” a foamy deep bowl containing a slow poached farm egg, lobster knuckle, crispy sweetbreads, and “nuage layon.” Perhaps the most intriguing of the night’s dishes and invariably my favorite this delicate potage was complex, rich, and balanced with the crispy offal, snappy lobster, and creamy egg all blending marvelously and ample notes of butter and notes of dry wine and sweetness permeating the palate. Amazed that something so rich could be so delicate it should also be noted that unlike many restaurant soups this dish was served piping hot – a great decision as the egg seemed almost to have been added raw prior to service allowing it to cook as minimally as possible by the time it arrived tableside.





The final antipasti of the evening was “Piccione” – an impressive half Squab with crispy lacquered skin overlying the tender breast and leg. With the squab itself tasty and nicely prepared the plate-mates were equally impressive with a creamy parsnip puree juxtaposing the crispy skin and sweet Madeira sauce with mushrooms highlighting the nutty tones of the bird. Finally, to finish the dish there were two small nuggets described as “Liquid Foie Gras Croquettes” that added a whimsical (and delicious) note to the otherwise classic plate; all in all a fantastic composition.





Moving on towards the pastas we selected a total of four and each expectedly showed off White’s keen eye for matching tastes and textures plus chef de cuisine Chris Jaeckle’s admirable skills in executing White’s vision (as a side note we overheard a conversation between Chris and EMP GM Will Guidara that although the pastas are still entirely White’s creation, many of the Secondi were Chris’ originals.) Beginning first with the Agnolotti I will note that my taste was quite small given my overall distaste for veal, but what I did taste of these stuffed Braised Veal Parcels paired with Butternut Squash and Winter Black Truffle Sugo displayed a lovely springy texture while the sweet squash and aromatic truffles rendered the veal a mere note on the tongue more-so than the predominant flavor.





For our second pasta Trofie Nero proved to be my favorite of the group not because it reinvented the wheel but simply because it was a flawless preparation of outstanding ingredients with perfectly al dente trofie pasta and a briny sweet sea creatures (Ligurian Crustascean Ragout, Seppia, Scallops, Spiced Mollica) existing in harmony with crunchy buttered bread crumbs adding texture.





With “Gnocchetti” we would see a revisit to a dish previously served at Convivio and once again it was excellent, this time perhaps even better than the first. With dainty yet toothsome Semolina Gnocchi tinted with saffron at its base and an admixture of chopped crab, uni, tomatoes, and butter making up the sauce each bite was an exposure to different nuances of the dish – sometimes sweet and sometimes acidic, sometimes vegetal and sometimes unmistakably “urchin-y.” Again with herbs and buttered bread crumbs adding nuance and texture there is a reason White carried this over from Tudor City.





For our last pasta – really, it had no chance to fail. Titled “Risotto” and featuring Acquarello rice simmered to a nearly rice-pudding texture this dish was subsequently studded with chunks of butter poached lobster, pools of melting bone marrow, notes of saffron and salinity from what was described as “shellfish jus.” Intensely rich and the incredibly decadent this dish reminded me much of a similar option at Chicago’s Spiaggia with the lobster replacing Octopus and the price-tag at about 2/3 what Montuano charged for a smaller portion – in other words, this risotto was not only delicious, but a sizeable portion at a bargain price.





Moving on to the main courses a total of three were ordered and while each was substantial in size none were more so than “Agnello - Rack of Lamb en Crepinette, Swiss Chard Crochetta, Sariette.” Featuring at least twelve ounces of medium rare lamb still on the bone resting atop a bed of melting bitter Swiss Chard and topped with a sauce of game jus, vinegar, and peppery savory this dish was an overhead smash of flavors and a portion enough for two. With additional meat from the rack confited and housed in the Crepinette I will say that although I found the texture to be a bit too tough in parts another member of my party was so happy with this dish that he chewed the bones clean.





Next amongst the mains was the oft raved “Astice” of Butter Poached Nova Scotia Lobster, Root Vegetable Fondant, and Chateau Chalon Sauce…but to be perfectly honest I was not all that impressed. Sure the lobster tail was snappy, sweet, and loaded with butter and of course the “fondant” exhibited tender carrots, parsnips, and potatoes while the vin jaune perfumed everything with it’s warm notes but the way people had talked about this dish I guess I’d expected something “transcendent” when in fact it was simply a classic sauce over quality ingredients – there was nothing wrong with it, just a case of too much hype leading to unrealistic expectations.





Our final secondi was again a classic preparation slightly updated, but in this case featuring something not seen nearly as frequently as the ubiquitous “lobster” dish. Titled “Sogliola” and featuring wild caught Holland Dover Sole with crispy salsify, beurre noisette, lemon, and parsley this whole fish preparation carried a supplemental fee that was entirely worth it and then some. Another enormous preparation with each filet eclipsing a foot in length the protein itself expertly cleaned and prepared to be flaky and moist while the salsify added a textural juxtaposition and the mild nutty tones of the sauce brought out the sweetness of the fish in full effect.





Quite satisfied with the meal thus far desserts were requisite and after description of the daily gelato flavors we opted for four desserts plus a sampling of three gelati – Vanilla, Stracchiatella, and Rum. Reportedly hand made in house and served with a polenta cookie each were good but most impressive by far was the rum, a full bodied buttery interpretation that I personally think would have been even more exemplary as in the coffee I ordered to go with dessert.





Never one to fancy fruity flavors for dessert I have to say that the first of the composed desserts that we sampled. “Vacherin” with Basil Cream, Walnut, and Meyer Lemon Sorbetto was actually quite tasty. More vegetal or “savory” than a true sweet the flavors and textures of this dish were on-point with the basil cream served studded with crumbled almond meringue and candied walnuts beneath the more-sweet-than-sour lemon sorbet. Attractive and light I’d say this would have made an excellent palate cleanser or for someone with more affinity for citrus and a smaller appetite than mine (as the case were,) a clean finish to a heavy meal.





Continuing with the fruity flavors but moving more into my range by including a buttery cake and a shot of rum, “Baba al Rhum” with Tropical Fruit, Passion Fruit Coulis, and Crema di Coco was actually served as two separate plates, one with the baba and the other with the ornately composed fruits. With the cake itself buttery and dense topped with a shot of rum plus a quenelle of rum gelato this portion of the dish was simple, tasty, and exemplary – an excellent baba. Regarding the second plate – well, it was pretty and I like banana and pineapple a lot but overall I could have done without the kiwi and passion fruit.





Dessert three would be our first venture into chocolate and although I’d personally passed on this choice due to the citrus I ended up glad someone else selected it as it turned out to be perhaps the best of the quartet. Titled “Sformata di Cioccolato” and delivered as a tall cylinder of airy chocolate Mousse coated in cocoa powder and topped with candied pine nuts this dessert was shockingly light and creamy yet at the same time rich and complex. With a small smear of lightly lemon tinged honey serving largely as decoration and a ball of Stracciatella gelato atop more of the pine nut crumble this was “cake and ice cream” done well.





Our final dessert, my selection, was the “Chocolate Budino" with Pedro Ximénez, Amarena Cherry, Yogurt, and Vanilla Gelato and although it was about as far from a traditional pudding “budino” as possible, it was absolutely delightful. Served as a large chocolate wafer dusted with cherry powder atop thickened Greek yogurt, chocolate sponge cake, and crunchy chocolate cookies soaked in sherry the best way to describe this dish would be a more grown up, more nuanced, and more elaborate black forest cake. Again served with ice cream, this time vanilla gelato, it turned out that in the end we probably didn’t need the trio to begin with as each was featured with one of our desserts but then again, who is going to complain about extra gelato?





With all of us quite full and food going home with some our final tastes of the evening would be four house made mignardises – first served one tray to two persons but later served one tray to each on request as we all wanted to sample each option. Featuring a Meyer Lemon Pate a Fruit, Olive Oil Dark Chocolate, Brown Butter Dark Chocolate, and a Pistachio Almond Cake with Salty Caramel each bite was tasty and the Brown Butter Chocolate especially one of the best restaurant chocolates I’ve ever tasted either stateside or in Paris.





With the bill split and paid with minimal difficulty despite the complexity of our order we spent some time lingering and chatting before heading out and with the restaurant now mostly empty I noted that even when it was full it was a surprisingly serene space and even now I don’t recall a bit of noise coming from the other tables. Bidding each other farewell as we made our way out to 5th Avenue I have to say that aside from a couple small service issues that were quickly remedied I really enjoyed the evening and despite the rather dull room the food itself was at worst common and at best exemplary – an feeling best surmised when a member of our party stated “there wasn’t a single weak dish” and given the number of things we tasted I think that says a lot.

The Modern Bar Room, New York NY


There is a part of my food ramblings that will unfortunately remain lost in the void – a handful of meals from a work-related trip to New York that are annotated and photographed but of which my memory has faded over the course of 5 months of work and trips to Paris, Boston, and Chicago. While it is somewhat unfortunate that these experiences will not be documented with my standard breadth of detail considering all were good and some were great, it is what it is and the most vivid memories still shine through. For the first of these meals, I give you The Bar Room at The Modern – a location that was an obvious choice for lunch given my love of Danny Meyer, a wonderful experience in the Dining Room a year plus prior, and its convenient location just yards from the Hilton.

With 12:30 reservations made in advance by OpenTable my arrival to The Bar Room would be moments late due to a slight delay in the conference, yet on arrival I was greeted like an old friend on checking in and knowing full well that the Union Square Restaurant Group tracks their diners activity I was unsurprised when the hostess welcomed me “back” asking if I was in town on business or for pleasure. Joking that the business end is what brought me to town but the pleasure end brought me to MoMA I was next led to nice table in the middle of the room and handed a menu as my water was filled nearly instantaneously by one of the myriad circulating bus boys.

With suits and ties abound and wood tables matched by supple black leather chairs the restaurant was perhaps half full on my arrival and despite the more “relaxed” atmosphere the sound was not as loud as I heard it can be – as a matter of fact, to my recollection it seemed no louder than the dining room proper and within moments I was greeted by Renan, a server every bit as capable as those in the dining room. With Renan again welcoming me back and asking if I was on a time schedule I told him I had about an hour and ten minutes and a few quick questions later my order was placed – an order that would expand by two in the form of gifts from the house.

With service excellent throughout – typical for USRG – the first item of the afternoon to arrive was the bread service, a rustic Italian loaf and small warm baguettes paired with a disc of salted cow’s milk butter – butter that was every bit on par with the best I’ve had in New York and the Italian loaf featuring a crunchy crust with an open crumb and plenty of flavor that led to me requesting a second round.

Moving on to the menu items, the first would be something I’d greatly anticipated due to the quality of the Dining Room preparation during my last visit and sure enough the Foie Gras Terrine Studded with Salsify, maple gelée and pain d’épices would not disappoint. Beginning first with the liver itself, the hemisected cylinders stood firm and smooth alongside similarly appropriated slices of warm spiced bread with hefty notes of nutmeg and cinnamon – a perfect pair only enhanced by the halved disc of maple-quince gelatin. With the flavors sweet yet savory and driven home by a dusting of cayenne even the salad seemed well thought out on this plate with the crisp greens topped by mandolined fennel adding another layer of flavor and texture.

With my second selection being a pasta I was surprised when my second plate actually arrived in the form of a pink potage “compliments of the chef.” Served piping hot Grilled Diver Scallops with roasted beets, Swiss chard and hazelnuts was the second time I’ve received scallops on the house from chef Kreuther – the first being his signature Tartare of Yellowfin Tuna and Diver Scallops – and once again this proved to be a stunning dish; possibly the best of the meal. Beginning first with the scallop – a perfect “U8” caramelized on the outside and still cool and creamy within – the sweetness of the bivalve was perfectly complimented by the bitter melting chard while the highlight of this dish was in fact the beets golden/white/red, roasted/raw/pureed with each adding their own flavor, texture, and visual impact to a truly outstanding dish.

With the impromptu scallops garnering my attention I was actually alerted to the arrival of my third plate first by my nose, then by my eyes as it was brought to my table with a few bites of beets remaining in order to fit my schedule. Described as Potato-Fromage Blanc Gnocchi with escargots, wild mushrooms, garlic nage and just as green as the previous course was pink the aroma, in case you missed it, was that of the garlic – a thick and unctuous sauce speckled with breadcrumbs that would not have been out of place atop a traditional Escargot Bourguignon. Amazed by the sheer number of snails swimming in the overwhelming liquid (a dozen to be sure) each was a meaty little bite prepared to be just tender while the dish found levity and balance in the combination of the slightly sweetened and delicate dumplings plus mushrooms, both cooked and dehydrated, lending some earthy notes. A great dish, but definitely not the sort of thing to order on a date or if you’re planning on a night out afterwards.

Moving on to my main course I was left with the decision of whether to revisit the egg in the jar, to taste the sweetbreads, or to opt for one of two duck preparations; a decision made easy when Renan told me the duck breast was his favorite dish on the menu – Dining Room or Bar Room – and as an attestation to his palate I can say that while it wasn’t quite as wowing as the egg in a jar it was really good and a nice change of pace from the two previous “soupy” items. Announced as “Roasted Long Island Duck Breast with peppercorn-crusted apples and pistachio-truffle dipping sauce” and served as three 2oz slices of rosy red breast with crisp honey glazed skin atop the duck was textbook on its own and even better when paired with the intricate and aromatic sauce or the pan-fried sweet meets savory apples.

With the first four dishes all arriving within forty-five minutes of my reservation time I was fortunately left with plenty of time for dessert but again unable to make a decision I sought a tie breaker from Renan who noted that this was a tougher choice for him as one was the chef’s signature and the other was the restaurant’s most popular and going with the signature it turned out my choice didn’t matter – I was brought both, one compliments of Renan. Beginning first with the dish I ordered, Chef Kreuther’s Apple Strudel with caramelized pecans and prune Armagnac ice cream, it was a flawless representation with crispy, buttery, and flakey pastry wrapped around caramelized apples and cinnamon at one end of the long plate and boozy ice cream with toasted salty/sweet pecans at the other. Always a fan of this rustic dish which seems to be featured less and less frequently these days this was perhaps the best Strudel I’ve had since Wolfgang Puck’s version at Spago and it was worlds better than the one I’d have two days later at Peter Luger’s.


With the Strudel half gone and the ice cream entirely consumed to prevent melting my attention next moved to the other plate – The Modern Bar Room’s famous Powder Sugar beignets with maple ice cream, caramel and mango marmalade, a half dozen pillow-soft and lightly fried yeasty doughnuts that were tasty on their own but vastly improved by the accoutrements – particularly the outstanding salty caramel and the house made ice cream – an ice cream equal in creaminess to the first yet identical in flavor to pure maple syrup, right down to the slight bitter undertones and woodsy finish.


With the time now just over an hour after my arrival and myself feeling the results of some very rich dishes and far too much bread my server asked me if I was ready for the bill and answering in the affirmative the heavily discounted tab was delivered. With well over $100 worth of food I compensated with a sizable tip and with thanks all around grabbed my bag and coat with a quick walk delivering me back at the conference with time to grab a coffee before the next lecture began and a whole afternoon to try to decide whether I wanted to cancel one of my other dinners or lunches for the week in order to return to The Modern because Dining Room or Bar Room it truly is outstanding.

Ca Va by Todd English, New York NY


During my most recent visit to New York City leisurely breakfasts were not quite as leisurely as usual; with the conference beginning by 8:00am each day the ideal would be a place that was either grab and go or a spot that opened by 7:00am where I could be in and out within forty minutes, the later a descriptor I was assured fit “Ca Va Brasserie by Todd English” when I inquired via E-mail.
Bearing in mind the mixed reviews and English’s every growing empire I decided to give it a chance – the menu looked interesting and my prior experience with English at P.U.B. in Las Vegas was a good one despite some sloppy. With a table for one booked at 7:00am and an early wakeup call to make it to the gym for a long run prior to the cross town trek the agenda was set.


Navigating a particularly windy Monday morning and arriving at the expansive Broadway Theater District location at 6:50am I was pleased to find the doors open and even happier that they were ready to seat me at such an early time. Having already had coffee at my hotel prior to the walk and with my order already known I asked the server if it would be possible to simply place my order before looking at the menu and my order was indulged without delay. Sitting solo and browsing a complimentary copy of the Times from the lobby I must admit I was somewhat underwhelmed by the non-descript room of wooden tables and brown chairs – impersonal as it was, however, the French theme pop music playing overhead was innocuous and the servers all smiles.

Having originally Okayed the team to bring both my appetizer and my main course simultaneously for timing purposes it would be just shy of 7:15 when my order would arrive. Beginning first with the appetizer – one of my very favorite things served in a particularly clever manner. Titled TOASTED CROQUE MADAME ‘FINGERS’ soft cooked egg, country ham, gruyère, and mornay sauce this was nearly a course from my childhood all grown up. Always the kid who preferred my eggs “sunny side up” so I could dip my toast in the yolk this take on the classic croquet madame was just that – a buttery golden brioche sandwich of country ham and gruyere with a poached egg and mornay sauce in a jar made for dipping. Creamy, crunchy, savory, and piping hot this was one of the better croques I’ve had in New York and though the portion to price ratio was a bit skewed to the later the quality justified the expense.

For my “main course” of breakfast, BRIOCHE FRENCH TOAST with caramelized bananas, nutella drizzle, graham crumble, and fresh fruit was the order of the morning and again this was a top notch dish. Two thick slices cooked to a golden tan on the exterior and nearly custard within the French Toast itself was exactly the sort I like while the accoutrements were all superior for late March. Particularly lovely were the nearly ping-pong ball sized raspberries and the crunchy bruleed bananas. Served with Bonne maman honey and local Wood homestead pure maple syrup I certainly sweetened the deal, but in reality the dish was plenty sweet even before dressing it up

With the check requested at the time my plates were delivered I will note that the servers visited me more than once as I ate to make sure all was well and to refill my water. With my credit card given early on the check was paid by the time I finished and by the time plates were collected my tip was added and I was ready to go – the time was 7:39. Bidding my server farewell and returning the Times to the rack I made my way out the door and was in my seat at The Hilton by 7:55 sated, happy, and ready to…wait since the first speaker of the morning had apparently not received such efficient service wherever he was that morning.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

DiFara, L&B, Motorino, Lucali, Paulie Gee's, Brooklyn NY



I’d found out we would be presenting at The 2nd World Congress on Interventional Therapies for Type 2 Diabetes in New York much later than I would have preferred. Don’t get me wrong, being selected to present at the Congress was an honor and it is not that I don’t love New York – but the fact of the matter was that I’d just been there the month prior and I was due to fly to Paris a mere 10 days after the Congress. Add in the fact that I’d had zero days off since my last trip due to working plenty of overtime to help offset some of the upcoming travel bills AND that this issue had me flying into New York after an overnight shift…eh, who am I kidding – sleep or no sleep I love to eat, I love New York and its people, and I love pizza – a confluence of interests that led to myself and three locals to meeting up for a Tour of some of Brooklyn’s (and America’s) most highly regarded Pizza spots.





With Steve 2 (as opposed to Steve 1) graciously offering to pick me up from LGA and Steve 1 (as opposed to Steve 2) graciously willing to do the leg work on getting to our first stop early to order the pie the “hop” would begin around 1:30pm at DiFara – a spot considered by many to be the best Pizza in America and often with an hour-plus line befitting such distinction – something I’d prefer avoid at any time, but particularly on my 34th sleepless hour save for a quick nap on the plane – thankfully luck was on our side and the drive went quickly, free parking was easily found, and by the time we arrived the pizza was in the oven.



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With pleasantries exchanged and promises of the fourth member of our group, Laura, arriving shortly the next ten or so minutes were spent talking about the history of the space, Dom’s meticulous methods, and the neighborhood. With news clippings as the small space’s only decoration and Dom meticulously crafting each pie while his daughter and son worked the counter and back room the space was packed – not a seat to be had – and as such when our first pie was ready we opted to eat right at the counter.





For our first taste of the day it would be a round pie – DiFara’s signature – half plain and half with mushrooms and semi-sun-dried tomatoes. While not truly “Neapolitan” given the style of the ancient oven and overall tender-yet-crisp chew to the crust, there is no doubt that the pie was the result of a serious craftsman working with serious ingredients. With the dough barely capable of supporting the trio of cheeses, sweet tomatoes, herbs, and dousing of extra virgin olive oil let alone the toppings and hand snipped basil each slice was a steaming hot oozing mélange of flavor – some dark and bubbly, others less crisp and more chewy. Preferring my pizza with a bit more rigidity I cannot say this was the best pie I’ve ever tasted, but I definitely understand the appeal and would certainly not hesitate to return.





With our fourth adventurer arriving the next item to arrive from the oven was the Sicilian – an enormous pie with just the essentials – that marvelous blend of cheese, an ample coating of San Marzano tomatoes, a lacquer of olive oil, and that hand snipped basil. An enormous pie – easily enough to feed four, this pizza was what I’d hoped for – it was perhaps the best “thick” slice of pizza I’ve ever encountered. With a buttery crust not unlike that of a deep dish in the Windy City but far more textural and nuanced each slice stood up admirably to the bounty of ingredients without being “too heavy” – a delicate balance that few pizzas manage. With myself eating three slices of the Sicilian and the others eating a slice or two each there was plenty to spare; thankfully it was boxed up and kept in Steve 2’s car or I’d have surely eaten more. Making our way from the small restaurant to our cars I remembered what a friend once told me about DiFara’s and I can’t say it any better myself – “You don’t go there just too eat Pizza – you go there to experience Pizza as an art form crafted by a master.”





Continuing along our previously determined route – 2 persons per car – our next stop would be one of the oldest in Brooklyn – L&B Spumoni Gardens. Having heard of this space from some local friends in the past but having never seen it mentioned on a “best of” list (actually, most of what I’d heard was quite negative aside from two glowing recommendations of the namesake Spumoni) I went into the experience with modest expectations – expectations seemingly warranted by the rather unkempt clientele (think track suits and fake-gold chains) and gaudy exterior (think neon lights)…..plus Steve 1’s statement that he wanted to bring us here as a “contrast” to DiFara’s – and that he wasn’t going to order any pizza.





More a full-fledged eatery than DiFara’s or the other spaces on our trip, the first thing I noted when entering the non-pizza half of L&B was the smell – it wasn’t “bad” but it reminded me of the ketchup factory near where I grew up – not a good sign since I saw spaghetti sauce and not a Heinz bottle. Following Steve 1’s lead and first ordering a small spumoni for a little over $2 I have to admit that although I’m pretty sure there was nothing artisan about the ingredients or organic about the colors this was some tasty ice cream – a bit more icy than creamy but absolutely loaded with faux-pistachio flavor, buttery almond/vanilla, and Hershey’s kisses tasting chocolate.





Making our way next door where Steve 2 and Laura had already taken a seat I was greeted by a burly smiling fellow serving up slices and when I ordered a single slice he gifted me a second for free as there were only two left in the pan – a nice gesture, even if it would turn out to be wasted. Taking a seat and subsequently a bite I instantly noted the previously “contrast” – this square slice was pretty terrible. With a doughy crust not terribly different from the frozen sort you’d expect from Costco topped with a sort of briny and bland sauce and grated parmesan plus what was undoubtedly bagged mozzarella (perhaps from Costco?) the only fair comparison I can make is to the square slices served up at Little Caesars in Joe Louis Arena when I was a child…a pizza I never really liked, but a pizza I always finished due to the excessive arena price and a pizza I’ll always remember due to the location. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately?) for L&B the price was bargain basement so I had no trouble placing the second slice in the trash before leaving the memorable (for better or worse?) location.





Hopping to our cars and navigating the suddenly stiff traffic our next stop would be a somewhat “new kid” on the block – at least compared to our previous two visits. Opened in 2008 with a second location now inhabiting the abandoned Una Pizza location on the LES and considered by some (including the much maligned Sam Sifton,) to be the best in the city, I entered Motorino hoping for something revelatory and arriving just after 4:00pm I also entered a restaurant less than half full – another bit of good fortune given the fact that the journey was less than half over.





Seated quickly and offered beverages by our server, a young lady named Bryana who was friendly if not efficient, Steve 1 and I decided to place the order before the others arrived in order to save time. Given the fact that we were dining with two vegetarians both pies were ordered half-meat/half-without, though we were warned that we’d be charged full price regardless. With Steve opting for a Sprecher’s Root Beer and myself sticking with water it would be only a short while before the others would arrive – free parking yet again – and perhaps 20 minutes before the pizzas would arrive from the hand crafted oven.





Opting against standard options despite the fact that their margherita is quite well thought of, our first selection was the Pugliese with burrata, broccolini, chili flakes, garlic, and half sausage. Arriving still bubbly from the oven with nicely charred edges and a crust that was slightly puffy but crisp and not overly doughy due to what I believe was cornmeal, the mélange of flavors was perfectly balanced and although quite hot on the tongue, excellent. Obviously Neapolitan in influence with a wet center and plenty of olive oil the toppings were present in plethora and each bite was as good as the first.





Digging into the second pizza – a pie that landed on Food and Wine’s 25-best Pizzas in America this year – it was at this point that the restaurant began to fill up and also when I noticed the cheesy 80s pop music overhead. Normally I’d be a stickler for the sort of restaurant that could go from calm and welcoming to noisy and hip in a matter of seconds, but this time it barely mattered as I devoured my slice of Brussels Sprouts pizza with fior di latte, garlic, smoked pancetta, and pecorino. Similar in presentation to the first and definitely one of the more unique “new-style” flavor combinations I’ve experienced anywhere I was simply floored by the complementary nature of each flavor – every one acting to coax out subtleties from its partners without stealing the stage…it was only after we left that I realized I never tasted their tomato sauce – a misstep I’ll certainly have to correct on my next visit, though probably at the Manhattan spot and during brunch as I'd like to check out the egg pizza in addition to the oft-raved tiramisu for dessert.





For our next stop – let’s just say we left Motorino just on time, and barely. With traffic thinned out substantially we actually made excellent time trekking to Carroll Gardens but unfortunately there were no parking to be found for a good twenty minutes – twenty long minutes that would lead us past no less than four pizza parlors including our eventual destination – Lucali – yet another location dubbed by various national publications as the best Pizza in America.





With Steve-1 showing off his parallel parking skills a mere block away it was a quick walk to the doors of the small space and despite arriving at 5:45 we were thwarted – the first table available would be 7:15 according to the young lady at the door. Standing and waiting to inform our dining partners of the news and feeling a tad discouraged what happened next still leaves me puzzled, but regardless of the reason (I’m pretty sure the Pizza Gods simply loved our ambition) after approximately five minutes of waiting one of the folks ahead of us in line opted out of her seat and suddenly we owned a 6:00pm table for four.





With Steve telling us stories of Mark Iacono’s ground up (literally – he built the oven, the tables, and the chairs) operation and the months spent watching Dom make pies in order to perfect the art door to Lucali would open at six on the dot and we were quickly ushered in a table near the front – close enough to the window for some natural light to blend with the candles, but also with a great view of Mark as he worked the dough and chopped ingredients in a nearly Zen-like fashion – head always up and watching the room as a stark contrast to Dom’s nearly non-stop eye contact with the pie.





With only two options on the blackboard – Pizza or Calzone – and perhaps ten total ingredients to top the pie we opted for a single pie to split amongst the four of us – half with artichoke, half with portabella. Watching Mark work the dough, top it carefully, and place it in the wood burning brick oven while my friends chatted I had no doubt it was going to be good – it was like watching a ballet – but I had no idea it was going to be the best pizza I’ve ever tasted.



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With a thin crust – crispy, light, and irregularly bubbled yet able to hold up to the ingredients with ease, sweet tomato sauce with a hint of smoke and basil, and handmade mozzarella at its base the pie was exemplary. Pliable yet toothsome, sweet yet savory, slightly soggy at the center but not oversaturated with oil – really, no, I can’t top exemplary as a descriptor. Add on simple yet flawless mushrooms and sautéed artichoke hearts – my heart melted with each bite because I knew that at the end of the day I’d have to go back to eating Pizza that wasn’t this good.



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With the bill ($26 for a single pie) paid and our flirty server heckling us when we suggested we were heading elsewhere for more pizza (note, Mark’s brother recently opened a Pizzeria and we probably should have gone there too) we made our way outside to find the line longer than when we entered – clearly others already knew what I’d just learned – that something this good is something worth waiting for.





Walking away from Lucali towards the car, Steve-1’s wife would catch up with us for the final stop of our tour – the newest kid on the block and the only one that no one in our group had ever visited - Paulie Gee’s. A bit out of the way, decidedly hipster-trendy, and featuring an esoteric craft beer list and unique toppings (and names) for their pies I’m not sure any of us really knew what to expect, but when we arrived to a 20-30 minute wait it seemed that no matter what was inside it clearly had people lining up to experience it.



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Standing and chatting in the entry way as the wind outside had gotten a little too chilly for comfort it was only a matter of moments before we were inside at the bar and perhaps fifteen minutes total before we were seated. With the space quite dark and the noise level energetic but not deafening we shared a communal table for ten halfway between the entrance and the handmade stone oven and despite the packed nature of the space our service was excellent throughout the night. Starting with 2 pizzas and a bottle of wine as late 70’s/early 80’s rock played overhead I must say that of all the places we visited on the trek this was definitely the most fun and our conversation the most lively.





Opting for one tomato sauce pie and one of the more out of the ordinary options, each with half meat, our first choice was the “Regina” – a bubbly pie with a lot of character featuring Fior di Latte, Italian Tomatoes, Pecorino Romano, Olive Oil, Prosciutto di Parma, and Fresh Basil. With the cheese reportedly made from unpasteurized cow’s milk the flavor was surprisingly intense (with a likely assist from the Pecorino) and the other toppings fresh, but what made this pie stand out for me was the spring to the crust - it wasn't quite as Neapolitan "wet" at the center but instead had a hearty “chew” throughout without being “chewy” – a fine line many pies fail to walk so carefully.





For our second pie it seemed the rest of the table was finally beginning to get full (or else they just felt the need to indulge me as I ended up with three slices) but without overstating I think I can say it was one of the most unique pizza’s I’ve ever tasted. Titled Cherry Jones and featuring the same lovely Fior di Latte this time paired with Gorgonzola Cheese, Prosciutto di Parma, Dried Bing Cherries and Orange Blossom Honey – there really isn’t much I can say that you can’t imagine from the ingredients. Sweet meets savory, smoky meets creamy – all on that same fantastic springy crust – it could’ve been a main or dessert. Actually, for everyone but myself it was dessert.





Call me crazy or call me a glutton, but a great meal without dessert just seems wrong and part of the reason I decided on Paulie Gee’s as our last stop was indeed the dessert menu – a compellation of dessert pizzas, baked goods, and ice creams including one that really struck my interest - Van Leeuwen Artisan Dark Chocolate Ice Cream topped with Baconmarmalade. That’s right – deep, rich, velvety ice cream made with Michel Cluizel chocolate topped with crisp bacon reduced in spices to form a spicy pork “spread.” I really don’t need to tell you how sinfully good this was – I only wish the marmalade had been interspersed in the chocolate before it began to harden, but that was nothing a little bit of mashing with the spoon couldn’t handle. Thick Vosges Mo’s Bacon Bar, but Ice Cream, Spicy, and Better.





Having consumed 14 slices plus the ice cream and at that point going on my 40th sleepless hour (with a presentation to do the following day, no less) we settled the bill and made our way to the streets with some members of our group marveling at the fact that we’d just spent nearly 8 hours eating pizza but no one was overly full – a testament to good planning, excellent timing, spreading a meal out over time, and a lot of luck. With Steve-2 graciously (again) offering to drive me back to Manhattan I bid farewell to Steve-1 and his wife, climbed into the car, and surprisingly even managed to stay awake during the drive back to Manhattan. A great experience with great people – honestly, there is nothing I’d have changed…next visit; Manhattan Pizza Crawl. Who’s in?