Scalini Fedeli

A few weeks ago a bunch of us got together for Hillary's birthday. It was a very nice time, and the memories were ones we'll treasure forever (or not). One thing I remember is my girlfriend Amanda coming up to me and saying "Bronstein is blogging about this place they went to dinner tonight-you're not gonna like his review at all,and will probably tear him apart." As I've learned in 2 years, Amanda (I'm not afraid to say my girlfriend's name in blogs) is usually right,and she was right on the money with her drunken comments that snowy night. I have several complaints with the critics review, and we'll get to them all in due time.
First, the bathroom situation. Listen, if you read this review, and I'd recommend that you do (rhyme alert!!)- you can identify with the critic,and with good reason. No one wants to walk in to a bathroom that resembles Beta Sig's wing bathroom. But to judge any restaurant by their bathroom, and hold it so such a high degree when judging an establishment seems a little silly and short sighted. Who knows, maybe they have a bathroom attendant come in every 20 minutes and someone had puked in the interval. I don't think it's fair to obsess over the dirty bathroom like a viewer of Fox's 24 obsesses over figuring out where they know that actor from (be it Billy Walsh, Rudy, or my personal favorite, Kumar as a muslim terrorist). Come on critic, you're better than this.

Reading this review, I was kind of confused. It seems based on reputation,and some dishes, the critic wanted to LOVE this place. But I can't help but feel he was more confused than Real world brooklyn Transvestite Katelynn. I just wasn't sold he really loved this place as much as he claims to. I think he really wanted to love it,but couldn't quite get there (i base this on comments he makes, not my own intuition.)

Soft Egg Yolk Ravioli notes: Well, this dish sounds weird,but tasty. But what was really weird and disturbing even, was the review. I really think there's a good chance Wodstein wants to have sex with his food. Is that legal in new york? I'm not sure,but I'll tell you what-I'd be hesitant to order this dish because I'd be afraid bronstein would show up, see it,and try to have sex with it in front of me. That's not good for anybody.

Pappardale notes-well, this seems really good. and the review is good too. Perhaps for once the critic has taught us something. But don't get too excited Josh-even MTV's bromance is entertaining every now and then. (boy i watch a lot of mtv)

Braised short ribs notes-Again a good dish, (although not perfect, per the critic), and a decent review. But I need to get this off my chest. The critic's refusal to name his dining partner has become the most annoying gimmick since "who let the dog's out".

Overall, I'm still just not sure if this is a "top" restaurants as Wod's insists. He doesn't gush over it,and doesn't seem to want to fuck the owner (though he would fuck the egg yolk ravioli). I kind of compare it being a top tier restaurant to Mike Modano making the all star game. It's jsut name recognition only. for my female reader's, it's like that talentless bitch Angelina Jolie winning awards (she doesn't deserve them,but everyone know who she is and at this point she's just getting by on name only. Well name,and her 7 kids from 6 different countries. She's the Shawn Kemp of international babies.)


Overall, I'd read this review,but go to this potentially overpriced restaurant at your own risk.