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Roscioli
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Going to Roscioli is a trip-to-Italy status symbol. If you were in Rome, and you didn’t go to Roscioli, were you really even in Rome? Carbonara hopefuls plan months in advance for the chance to sample some masterfully al dente rigatoni. Now, Roscioli has arrived stateside, and even in a country that lacks immediate access to Italian dairy cows or the pope, the carbonara is just as good.
To be a Roscioli of NYC enthusiast, you’ve first got to wrap your head around one thing: They have not arrived in Soho to put mushrooms in their carbonara, or experiment with vegan cheese. The pasta is strictly al dente, the sauces are textbook examples of emulsification, and the most expensive menu item is a $125 cheese, aged in clay, and served with honey, jams, and balsamic.
photo credit: Alex Staniloff
photo credit: Alex Staniloff
photo credit: Alex Staniloff
And yet, there’s nothing rigid or stuffy about this two-level spot on the corner of Macdougal and King, with paintings of retired, potbellied superheroes on the walls. Upstairs, there are jars of pomodoro and artichoke hearts for sale, and cans of spaghetti and meatballs by “Chef Ros-Ci-Oli”—a play on Spaghetti-O’s that is almost certainly making fun of us.
A metal staircase that borders on treacherous leads to the cave-like downstairs, where you can get a prix-fixe tasting of Roscioli’s greatest hits. Hold hands across the table with someone who would love to hear more about each wine pairing, including who picked the grapes, and also where that grape-picker was born. It’s romantic and rhythmic, with the occasional little surprise that was certainly planned, but feels nearly accidental, like they just happened to find some saffron, so they made risotto, and they’ve got three bites in a small bowl for you to try—quick, before your next course arrives.
photo credit: Alex Staniloff
photo credit: Alex Staniloff
photo credit: Alex Staniloff
We like the la carte menu in the upstairs alimentari even more. It’s like eating in a deli, but a fancy one, stocked with luscious tomato sauce, and perfectly marbled mortadella. Couples in very expensive sweatpants eat burrata, and parents share salumi with their millennial children, who are good at snagging tough reservations. You might see the occasional well-dressed toddler, who has been to Italy at least twice (once in utero), and knows her way around a noodle. Solo diners who believe in the health benefits of two glasses of wine, a bowl of pasta, and a tiramisu sit at the counter, looking into an open kitchen that’s the size of a coat closet.
Claiming that a meal will transport you to Italy is silly, because at the end of it you’ll still be in NYC, where people regularly endure 90-minute table limits, and don't drink nearly enough red wine. But at Roscioli, in a dining room full of people lingering over velvety carbonara and having another glass of barolo with their tiramisu, you might get pretty damn close.
Food Rundown
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The Tasting Menu
Free Bread and Olive Oil
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Carbonara
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Amatriciana
Cacio e Pepe
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Supplì
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Burrata
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Formaggi and Salumi
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Sott’Oli
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