FARINELLA PIZZERIA, 79th and LEX.
I’m reminded of cashmere.
Once you wear it, you can never go back to wool. Once you eat their pizza at 6.50 a slice, no…you didn’t misread that…you can never go to Domino’s again.
Don’t think I’m not pissed at the price. It’s ridiculous. However, once you sink your teeth into their Pizza Primavara covered with mushrooms, zucchini and the lightest Mozzarella north of Rome, the cost melts in your mouth.
It’s also a very tiny place. At those prices you’d think it would be spacious.
There are three pew like benches against the wall, each facing a wee table with one chair on the other end.
Think kindergarten with garlic shakers.
After weaving around a good 20 people, I get my overpriced slice joining Kate, as in Spade, my trusty handbag left on a bench dodging dirty looks from all the elite pizza eaters. It’s the Upper Eastside remember, so entitlement rules.
A young hottie next to me is about to get up, replaced by an old hottie, so he thinks, in his 70s.
I move over alittle to give the older man more room which he takes as an overture (Jesus..men) and says,”Are you French by any chance?”
Is there no peace anywhere?
I wrap my pizza in a napkin, grab Kate and say, “No, just hungry,” and leave.
Speaking of peace, pretty soon we’ll have to buy it in jars, or by the slice.