What would a weekend in New York be without trying some fancy, artisanal, Neapolitan-style pizza? Nothing. The answer would be nothing. So we found ourselves at Motorino. The weekend is saved. We are happy.
We got there just in time to slip in to the last table for two in the joint, no waiting.
We split the mixed green salad. One of the best damn salads I’ve ever had.
Just lovely greens and herbs, with a couple of onion slices. And flecks of sea salt clinging to each leaf. They woke up your mouth with a tingle.
Mint, parsley, frisee, red leaf, baby romaine:
Then the egg pizza. Egg, pancetta, basil and a few different cheeses:
And the margherita:
Chewy, light and bubbly crust. A-plus! Sauce? Good, but missing just a tiny something. Cheese? Amazing. Best mozz I can remember. All in all, fabulous pizza.
In the loo, above the sink where the mirror should be, there is some framed sheet music for “That’s Amore.” You can’t help but whistle it as you’re leaving. Or, like Greg, singing it out loud:
When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s Amore!
The 411 on Motorino: 349 E. 12th St., Manhattan. 212-777-2644. motorinopizza.com