I am praying that John is willing to wabble over to Eataly the morning after his marathon...50,000 square foot Italian Market...yes, please! I can't imagine anything better...well, other than being in the real Italian market in Florence...but after one year and 30 lbs later spent in Italy for me (pictures will not be posted)- thinking a morning jaunt to the Flatiron District would be much better for the bod.
Loving this post by Lauren over at Rock Paper Scissor:
"Dear Mario Batali,
Do you hate me? Just looking at the images of your new 50,000 square foot Italian marketplace in NYC, I gained 5 pounds. As if I’m not still struggling to take off the extra pounds after my very own trip to Italy 2 years ago… now you go and bring the food here! What were you thinking?!!!! You and you’re fancy partners really screwed me this time… restaurants, pizza, italian cheeses and meats… all under one delicious roof! Do you not want me to wear skinny jeans… do you not want me to ever wear a two-piece again?! You really should think about what you’ve done.
Write More. Type Less,
Lauren"
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I will be sure to report back on the cookie situation going on at Eataly. Sure Mario has something fabulous, but don't think he's had a taste of my cookies yet! |
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