Pictured: A Riff on a Hamburger
Gary read about it in Saveur, otherwise we would have missed it. From the street, Roscioli looks like “just another” fantastic local shop chock-full to the ceiling with meats, cheeses, wines. But in the back is a tiny restaurant with elegant, white-tableclothed tables surrounded by high gray stone walls.
You’ve got to have reservations. We did not, but put our name on the waiting list and by virtue of showing up and asking one more time, finally scored a table. (more…)