Stuck in the unassuming basement of a typically grungy LES building, Ápizz serves up the type of fare one would normally expect from a restaurant that's.... well... stuck in the unassuming basement of a grungy building. Except in Italy. Everything brought to the table reminded me of my favorite restaurant in Florence, hidden in a particularly dusty corner of the city, and cooked by an authentic (if unusually elegant) mama. We started with the crispy prosciutto, bartlett pear, parmigiano-reggiano, roasted herb walnuts and port-balsamic glaze. And after sharing the caramelized butternut squash open ravioli and gnocchi with honey-braised short ribs, dessert wasn't even a faint possibility. I'll be returning for 95.6% of the remaining menu.
Ápizz
217 Eldridge St.
http://www.apizz.com/
Photos courtesy of NYMag.com
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