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Monday, December 10, 2012

Williamsburg: Osteria Il Paiolo

After our bizarre experience at the bazaar, we decided dinner would be appropriate. That one pickle, however large it was, could not hold us off any longer. Monique asked if we knew any restaurants in Williamsburg. I somehow magically did! 

A couple of  months years ago, wow now I really do feel like a New Yorker. Once you can say a couple of years ago, you know you've made it. A couple of years ago, my dear friend Jen, who just had her second baby boy a week ago, and I were riding our cycles down through Williamsburg. She pointed out her friends Italian restaurant. At that time, I wasn't very familiar with Williamsburg however, my impressive visual brain remembers more than my verbal brain. Is that a left lobe right lobe thing? 

I had this funny feeling we were close to this Italian Joint and did a quick little Google to find out I was exactly right. There might have been a text or two to Jen to confirm the name as well. We walked into Osteria Il Paiolo, no reservation, and no expectations of getting a table. It can't hurt to try.

Lucky for us, the owner, Alex Palumbo, was standing right there. Before mentioning our lack of reservation I kindly introduced myself and said I had met his wife and daughter at Jen's baby shower. He was extremely nice and sat us right away followed by a round of some delicious champagne.   


A wonderful bread basket with two different breads was delivered followed by what Alex introduced to us as a mint and possibly zucchini spread. It was a great start to a lovely meal and the bottle of wine we had just ordered. 


For starters, the three of us shared one of the specials. My all time favorite burrata topped with truffle oil and shaved truffles. This was gone in a nanosecond. 


In the need of a green fix, we also shared the Insalata di Rucola. A wonderfully refreshing and light arugula salad with shaved parmigiano and cherry tomatoes.


We all know how much I hate getting the same thing as a fellow table diner, however, the second my eye landed on the woman's plate behind our table, my heart skipped a beat. When the server told me it was the Pappardelle Pasticciate, the exact same dish Sara had selected, I knew I was breaking my one big dining rule. At that point I didn't care. It was my final decision. It was a great final decision. 


Monique selected the Agnelotti Ripeni. A stuffed Agnelotti with duck foie gras in a moscato reduction. I believe from her clean plate, she also made a great decision.  


After a filling meal of bread, cheese and pasta, desert was far in our future. We headed back out onto the streets of Williamsburg to walk off the weight. A fabulous night was had by all. Thanks to Jen for introducing me to this restaurant and Alex for being such a gracious host. 

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