Little Italy is full of mobsters and going there is like asking to be shot dead outside a church. I have seen all the Godfather movies so I should know.
Braving the risk of our imminent death, me and Big Sis made our way to Sofia's for a serious carb feast on our last night in town. Not to mention braving our early night hangover brought on by a long afternoon of wine in the sun.
Imagine my disappointment when we enter this semi empty restaurant and the only other guests were a family of six having their Sunday Dinner, and although Italian, they were definitely not of Mafioso origin. Also, neither Robert de Niro or Al Pacino made an appearance. You'd think the least they could do is send out lookalikes to walk around Mulberry Street at night to give the neighbourhood the right vibe.
What did not help me get over the disappointing clientele was the food - it was without a doubt the ickiest lasagne I have ever had. To be fair, when I make lasagne I make my mum's lasagne which is the yummiest in the world, so I should refrain from ever ordering it in a restaurant. But still, it was really not good and I quite frankly don't get how you can get lasagne to taste like such a mushy mess. Now I'm not quite sure who Sofia was, but she'd turn around in her grave knowing what they've done to her lasagne. Yuck.
I wonder if they'll send a hit man after me now for hating on their lasagne?
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| Nope, still don't feel like I'm in Italy |
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| Soggy lasagne |
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