So I've been wanting to go to Torrisi Italian Specialities for awhile now. They serve a $50 8-course prix fixe dinner that changes every day, and I had heard was absolutely amazing. Now that the NYT has given it a slathering review, it looks like I am going to have to fight for a table, tooth and nail. The question is: who will throw down wiht me?Here are some of my *favorite* excerpts from the review:
"The dishes are edible paintings, comestible short stories. It is strange and wonderful to eat them in the same place you were sitting before, eating a chicken parm." (I love food more than most people, but I think this guy needs a new definition of strange and wonderful.)
"The menu had the ragu named for Caruso, the opera singer. You could have tasted it over the radio and wept."
"The whole process takes roughly an hour, over bare wood tables, with paper napkins and wine out of water glasses. It is not fine dining, but it sure is fine."
"The Torrisi project as it stands surely must run its course, the way any performance does, the way any combination of kinetic energy and art must eventually fall off its axis.... Which means the time to get to Torrisi Italian Specialties is now."
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