Thursday, January 28, 2010
Don Filippo: "When you're here, you're family."
Don Filippo looks like an Olive Garden. It looks like the Rustic Italian aisle at Target, if such a think exists. There was corny music playing, and the lady beyond the counter had a shmata on and a smock over her skirt. "It's like we're in Italy!" Erick said very sarcastically when we walked in. The atmosphere is really horrid, I guess is the point I'm trying to make. They have decent coffee, though.
This slice is orange. Orange like suburban boys who lift weights and go to clubs and make that kissy face in photos. An unnatural kind of orange. It comes from cheap cheese, I think. Luckily, despite being orange, this slice didn't taste especially orange. It was cooked really perfectly and the ratios were good, but there was just generally something not quite up to par about this slice.
Frank O'Hara had this to say:
instant coffee with slightly sour cream
in it, and a phone call to the beyond
Don Filippo - $2.45
1133 Lexington Avenue
New York, NY 10075