Cars skidding all over the place.
Coworkers dropping like flu-ridden flies all around you.
You need a sanctuary. A citadel. A temple of pasta and crudo from a trusted friend.
... Ristorante Morini, two quintessential UES levels of Italian everything from Michael White and the Altamarea Group, opening tonight.
This is Mr. White’s third restaurant here this year. Just as you breathe oxygen, this guy makes restaurants. Great ones. Ones where tables runneth over with strip steaks with red-wine bone marrow and gnocchi with fennel sausage. Which, not coincidentally, is what you’re looking at here.
Think next-level Osteria Morini. Less rustic, a little more... parents-visiting-town-ish. First floor’s a bar. Charming. Built for brunching and power lunching (soon). And it’d be criminal not to make a stop here before any type of date-like moves upstairs. Because there’s something called the Sergio Leone (rye, fortified wine, cream sherry and Angostura) that begs to be sampled thoroughly in these chilly times.
Second floor’s the feasting area. Vast. Sweeping. Lots of cream tones and mahogany. Very... Upper East Side. It’s fit for everything—business, pleasure... large, extended family.
Maybe just focus on the business and pleasure.