The change of season is really starting to effect my savory taste buds. Only one thing is on the agenda tonight - the gnudi at The Spotted Pig. Don't confuse gnudi with gnocchi because they are two different things. First of all, gnudi, when translated in Italian means "naked." Gnocchi means...gnocchi. Second, there is far less flour in gnudi which makes it light and pillowy and simply delightful. The basil pesto that Chef April Bloomfield throws in doesn't hurt the gnudi cause, either. I'm a gnudi lovah, what can I say?
If there was ever a sexy Italian dish to eat in an English gastropub on a West Village corner, this would be it. Try to snag a dimly lit booth and get your gnudi on.
The Spotted Pig 314 West 11th Street nr. Greenwich St.
If there was ever a sexy Italian dish to eat in an English gastropub on a West Village corner, this would be it. Try to snag a dimly lit booth and get your gnudi on.
The Spotted Pig 314 West 11th Street nr. Greenwich St.
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