We stopped by this establishment the minute they ripped down the brown paper visual blockade. We knew it was Italian and I can't help but try and put all noodles inside my belly, but we were thwarted due to the no credit transactions (I hate cash only), and the non-existent liquor license. But time wore on and now half of the mis-steps have been cleared. Wine is pouring.
Yuki went with the Sea Brim which excelled in the crunchy skin department. I had the Ravioli with a brown butter sage sauce and there pasta aldenteness was perfect. We closed the meal with apple pie and ice cream (Italian name deleted from my forgetful memory) which capped my capacity.
Interior done with an eye for beauty.
It was cheap and great!
284 Grand Street, Brooklyn, NY 11211