Well, I’ve just about recovered from a massive Christmas extravaganza, and as I sit on my rooftop with a glass of red wine this Monday evening taking in the (somewhat) cool late December air, I thought I’d post a little recap of my Yuletide adventures for posterity.
Of course, until fairly recently, I thought I would get to travel home to New Jersey to celebrate the holidays with my family, whom I haven’t seen in over a year now. Alas, COVID is as bad as ever, and ultimately, fate made such a journey all but impossible.
So the best I could manage was a Christmas Eve lunch at Franks, probably the best Italian-American restaurant this city has to offer. In enlisted my colleague Laren and dragged him up to SoHo for a midday feast of the classic dishes most associated with my upbringing.
And feast we did.
First up were Franks’ amazing meatballs and a portion of pickled vegetables. These were followed by gluttonous portions of lunetta à la vodka and crispy chicken parmigiana. And what better way to cap things off than with some cannoli?
Ten cannoli promptly wrapped into a doggie bag, and I was no longer worried about my contribution to the evening’s main event, hosted by my friends Brandt and Ester, for which my sole and exclusive responsibility was to provide a suitable dessert.
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