Yesterday was my second time at Mario Batali’s masterpiece, Eataly. Part supermarket, part restauarant(s), and part cocktail hour at a great bar mitzvah. If Harrods, London and the Piazza del Mercato market in Florence, Italy were to have a love child, it would be Eataly. This magical conglomeration of all things we love about food leaves us saying, “really, is there ever a reason to leave?”
When I lived in the Village I would often see Mr. Batali in his orange Croc’s and Vespa and think to myself, “I have tried Otto, I have tried Lupa and I have tried Babbo. All great (Babbo being the best, of course), but what makes Mario Batali rise to the level of Iron Chef?” Well my friends, I should have never doubted the master. I bow down to you, oh ginger one. Eataly is a unique and delicious eating experience.
Of course there are a ton of reviews out there singing Eataly’s praises, but they are nothing short of well deserved. My only critique (and it is really just a selfish request) that they pass around samples of the prosciutto and cheese for people to taste as they linger aimlessly. While I haven’t had a chance to try the other restaurants, the pizza and pasta restaurant was superb. We had a great selection of meats, a pizza that could have been straight out of Italy, and three delicious pastas. If I hadn’t overdone it during lunch, I would have gone back for more samples of gelato and picked up a few truffles for the road. Not to worry, I will be back.
Go with friends. Spend the day. I can’t think of a better way to spend a Saturday afternoon.
Eataly located at:
200 5th Avenue New York, NY