I haven’t lived in New York now for 3 1/2 years, and I was also a full-on gluten lover when I lived in the city. So something I’d conveniently forgotten is that NYC is chock full of amazing Italian restaurants. High-end, hole-in-the-wall, and everything in-between. It was rare to make a dinner date and not have at least one Italian joint on the list. Which is probably why I spent two short days (maybe 1 1/2?) in New York, and ate at two Italian restaurants. Both of which, offered up gluten-free pasta. Yes, dark photos but that’s kind of the thing in the NYC. Dark, and awesome. I’m not sure what I mean by that.
Rosemary’s was by far my fave joint for pasta. Where I met my girl, Mel, and we shared a carafe of sparkling wine. And now you know why it was my favorite! We both had the same beef braised pasta with cherry tomatoes, she got the cavatelli because she loves the gluten, and I had the house gluten-free pasta.
The next day I totally had to check out Eataly, the craziest Italian Battali place in town. When I used to live in New York I made sure to test out every Batali that opened. I enjoyed most of them, but had no idea the metroplex that man was about to release upon the city. Eataly opened right as I left NYC, and by the time I came back I was all effed up on gluten. So imagine my surprise when I walked in to see this -
Right there in the middle of all that gluten, ya’ll! So, yeah, they did offer up gluten-free pasta on the menu. I ordered the gluten-free version of the braised pork and radicchio from the Manza restaurant and thanks in part to my sparkling wine carafe the night before, I could not finish. Whew! That does NOT settle well. Still, look it!
My lady friends in attendance did, however, chow down and had a lovely lunch. They also picked up some gluten-free saltines for me at the shop on account of how much it looked like I needed that for my plane ride home.
I was stoked, you guys. Stoked. I’m looking forward to going back to New York and seeing what other amazoids gluten-free options are available to me. Feeling confident. Or at least, not totally terrified. That’s awesome, right?