Eataly Heaven

Eataly Heaven

I spent three months in Italy when I was a sophomore in college and the closest I’ve gotten to it since was stepping into Eataly.

Basil, tomatoes and focaccia - OH MY!

We weren’t really planning on eating there but somebody was starving so we high tailed it to the second floor to look for a slice of pizza. They didn’t have slices ready to go so we took a seat and ordered a margherita pizza and bruschetta pomodoro. We sipped our water and then in a blink of an eye our pizza showed up, hot out of the oven. My mom likes tissue paper thin crust and I like more of a Chicago style deep dish but Eataly turned out something that made us both happy. The crust was crispy but still also pillowy. It was a pizza miracle. We finished the meal off with the bruschetta. The bread was extra crispy with a layer of olive oil and garlic on the top. Large pieces of tomato rested on the bread with a sprinkle of basil to add true Italian flavor. The tomatoes were cold (which I’m not used to) but the whole thing was divine. We were stuffed full of pizza but we couldn’t put the bruschetta down.

After lunch we walked around the rest of the second floor to ooh and aah over the olive oil fountain, tower of cookbooks, fresh bread, a variety of meat and all of the cheese you would ever want in your life! I could have spent the whole day there. But it was time to hit the road to get back to Phoebe.

I’m definitely feeling inspired to make some Italian food at home!

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