Monday, March 15, 2010

RIP Pasticcio

The spring of my senior year of high school, my parents sent me to NYC with a friend. We thought we were such adults: staying at a hotel, shopping during the day, eating where and when we wanted. We walked from our hotel on Park Avenue over to Third Avenue. We ended up at this little Italian place, Pasticcio. Fast forward ten years (gasp!) and I live down the block from Pasticcio. I walk by there daily on my way to work, the grocery store and my favorite neighborhood hangouts. But I haven't been there since that night Sara J. and I ate there in 2000. Walking home this afternoon, this is what I passed.

I guess I'm not the only one who hasn't been there in 10 years.

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