For a second the other night, I thought I’d stepped into Italy. Turns out I was actually in Eataly…aka heaven.
At first I felt like I’d walked into a super-upscale Whole Foods through the produce area into a swanky, upscale, long-line restaurant/bar and into a delightful land of pasta, cheese and gelato galore. I’ve never seen so many types of pasta (imagine every shape and size under the sun — the Tuscan sun that is!) Every corner smelled and looked delicious adorned with hefty price tags. I didn’t want to leave and I knew I’d go back.
I’ll share my future experiences with Eataly after I actually buy something besides gelato there — the banana straciatella & straciatella combo is to DIE for). But if you stumble upon the place in Chelsea, GO IN. You won’t be disappointed.