Liz and myself and a few members of our inner pizza cabal have traveled around the country, sampling all the different beautiful iterations of pizza we have in America and picking the 33 best. Some of them are legendary repeats. Others are bold newcomers. All of them are delicious.
We were at Fringe Central, which is the building where performers who are registered with the Fringe can hang out. There's wi-fi, a copy machine, café area, and helpful people who are in the same boat as you are (if you're putting a show on this year).
One of the last eyewitnesses to what it was actually like to be an Italian-American in Little Italy after World War II is being evicted by the very repository of this rich history, The Italian American Museum. It would be laughable, were it not so tragic. Evict her? They should hire her.
Carole Cortland Russo, Jimmy and Flo Alo's niece who was raised by the couple, is finishing a biography about her uncle. Carole was Jimmy's constant companion in his later years, and cared for him until the end of his life.
The opening party for Siena Tavern -- in the iconic 404 Washington Avenue space on South Beach, former home of China Grill -- was one of those crazy, eclectic parties where you saw people you haven't seen for years.
It's great as a first course or make the serving size 1.5 to 2 cups and it becomes a very filling main-course soup. You'll want to add this satisfying dish to your soup repertoire. It's a keeper for sure!
Colicchio's family includes a total of 12 immigrants -- eight of whom came through Ellis Island, three more who entered via New York earlier (one just four months prior to its opening), and a solitary ancestor who opted for Philadelphia.
That's exactly what happened when I decided on a whim to take the train from Pisa into Florence for four days. What happened next was my heart was laid out on a silver platter for what came to be my favorite city in Italy.
I had a difficult time reconciling the images of people digging into heaping bowls of pasta and sauce with audible groans and the pasta that I was served for dinner. I remember thinking, It's only spaghetti. What could be so amazing that you need to moan about it?