Look at me, look at me. Cipriani Downtown. Did I ever think I’d be there? No. But there I was on Sunday, with my eggplant parmigiana. It was all Tim’s idea. I was about to have the girls meet me on the LES for some eggs and french toast and somehow I got whisked away to the magical world of Cirpriani and Venetian pasta.
Cipriani is gorgeous. It makes me want to cover my walls in giant pieces of artwork. Of course, I can’t imagine how much the artwork costs in Cipriani and I won’t have quite the same budget, but I can pretend. So who wants to be my art director? Let’s get this project goin. :)
Here are some of the plates at our table. I tried them all and they were delicious. The closest one to the camera is Kayti’s mushroom risotto. Mmm, mmm. And here’s the rest of our smiling faces:
Look, Tim Revell without sunglasses on. Imagine.
So Cipriani. I’m sure everything they make is phenomenal, I mean we barely touched the menu. And I’m a little upset with myself for not getting a Bellini, juice of white peaches and Prosecco, which Giuseppe Cipriani served for the first time in Venice in 1948. There’s your history for the day.
I can’t wait to lunch at Cipriani every day when I’m 80 and we all have a billion dollars and nothing else to do with our time. Yeah, that’s going to be great.
i am mad at myself for not getting a bellini, also. that just means we have to go back.
Seriously.