Eataly...Eataly...where do I EVEN BEGIN. Charlie and I have been long awaiting the arrival of this adult Disneyland, that is two complete giant huge floors of imported Italian goodness. There are 10 restaurants and rows and rows of cheese, meat, bread, fresh made pastas, olive oil, a gelato counter, a nutella counter, etc etc ....oh and wine...wine everywhere. In fact they encourage you to shop with a glass of wine in your hand!!!!! I mean, I just can't. I kept creeping around the corners expecting resurrected Jesus to pop out because I thought for sure I died and went to heaven.
We've gone two Saturdays in a row (oops), but here are pics from just our first visit.
We first went to La Pizza, and ordered their Neapolitan style pizza, straight from the brick oven...oh my.
We also ordered a winter roasted veggie salad that was just RIDICULOUSLY fresh and satisfying (for me at least)... Charlie was even kinda into it...
Charlie and I swung by Eataly's fresh pasta counter while we were waiting for our table at La Pizza. We had no idea that they also served their fresh pastas, so we ordered up the sausage filled pasta that caught our eyeballz. Ummm YUMMMMM.
Ok for those of you that know me, you know that I have a complete and utter (udder?) problem with gelato. Meaning I can't say no to it. Charlie and I have gotten into ARGUMENTS about it because I'm so obsessed and demand it like a crazy person. Let me put it this way: if I had to choose between my trusty Uggs this Chicago winter weather and real, Italian gelato...well, you know what I'd pick.
For example, it was 10 degrees and snowing in Chicago and I carried both of these home with me, sampling them as I went. There is pistachio and stracciatella on the left and salted caramel on the right. CAN'T EVEN HANDLE IT RIGHT NOW.
I will continue to photograph my Eataly escapades because I'm expecting many many more.