It’s just my opinion, but the most important part of any meal is the ingredients.
This past year, LA got its very own Eataly, the gigantic, amazing, Italian marketplace/multiple restaurants.
I finally had a chance to visit,
Counters include a butcher, breadmaker, seafood, fresh fruits and vegetables. Aisles are filled with jars of Italian goodness. It’s the biggest Eataly in the world, dwarfing the New York location, which I’ve been to. (Though shamefully, only to use the bathroom while I was shooting across the street in Madison Square Park.)
In the back are the restaurants, with indoor and outdoor balcony seating. Order pizza, pasta, seafood, or, like we did, panigacci.
I wasn’t familiar either. But there’s a handy sign.
Bignes filled with Chantilly cream. Vegans, non-gluten eaters, carb avoiders – run for it.
Fancy cooking classes. Learn how to make fancy dishes while sipping wine. An expensive, yet perfect date night option that ends with drunken baby conception.
