Pietro Nolita — Restaurant in New York

Y'all, I'm about to spill the beans on a little secret: I thought I knew Italian food until I stepped into Pietro Nolita. It took me to go all the way to NYC to get schooled in the art of authentic Italian cuisine. I've been globetrotting, but sometimes you miss out on life's greatest pleasures.

Anyway, picture this: I waltzed into Pietro Nolita, and it was like stumbling into a clandestine Italian treasure chest right smack in the heart of the Big Apple. The flavors that hit my taste buds had me contemplating throwing confetti and doing a full-on happy belly dance. I'm not kidding!

First up, the Butternut Squash Ravioli. When the plate landed in front of me, I'll admit I didn't expect much--pretty pasta, right? Wrong! Each ravioli pillow was like it had been handcrafted by a squad of Italian grandmas. Stuffed with creamy butternut squash and swimming in sage butter sauce that could pass for liquid gold. If it were legal, I'd marry that pasta dish!

Then came the Burrata Stagionale. Just when I thought my taste buds had peaked, this plate of lusciousness arrived. The burrata was like a fluffy cloud of deliciousness, and the seasonal toppings had my taste buds doing the cha-cha. Fresh, creamy, and oh-so-swoon-worthy. I haven't had a cheese experience this intense in a minute (I love cheese but it doesn't love me back).

And don't get me started on those Chicken Meatballs! Holy cannoli, they were so tender they practically dissolved in my mouth. The marinara sauce felt like a secret family heirloom recipe, passed down through generations. I swear I heard the kitchen serenading "That's Amore" with every bite.

But this night was more than just fantastic food. I had the privilege of dining with one of the marvelous @we_hungryaf food bloggers. Let me tell you, their food knowledge could rival a Michelin guide. We laughed, we devoured, and we took a blood oath of eternal pasta loyalty.

And as if that weren't enough, brace yourselves, ladies and gents! I got interviewed by none other than the YouTube sensation @devmooreurl! Yep, you read that right. While dressed to the nines for Dave Chappelle's birthday comedy bash, I found myself in the limelight discussing my outfit in front of the camera. It was a night that felt like a whirlwind of pasta and stardom.

In conclusion, Pietro Nolita is an Italian gem tucked away in the heart of NYC. The food, the company, and the unexpected fame all combined to make it a night I'll cherish forever. If you're hankering for an Italian experience that'll have your taste buds singing opera arias, look no further. Bravo, Pietro Nolita, bravo!

And remember, when you dine here, dress to impress--you might just end up hobnobbing with the stars or starring in a YouTube interview, all while indulging in the most divine Italian cuisine....

We came here for my birthday based on the menu of pink dishes and pink decor advertised on Instagram. Imagine my surprise when this place looked nothing like photos from Instagram. Apparently the owner renovated the restaurant without updating their Instagram account with the new photos of the establishment at the moment. As I came here specifically wanting pink pasta and pink dessert which was no longer available to my shock. In spite of this, the original server made no amends although he knew the reason why we came here. There is no working number to verify anything just an email address which I did email to confirm the menu and was told it was accurate. I stepped into a magenta color scheme which I found very dark unlike the lighter pink palette. Now let's discuss portions which were pitifully small to say the least. No bread nor salad is offered just a scoop of pasta barely seasoned with zero garnish whatsoever. We felt as though we had to settle as to what to order instead of what I had my heart set on ordering. We were a party of two and for $69 for just a bowl a pasta each nothing else I thought this was ridiculously expensive for the portion size I have never been to an Italian restaurant with such little food. Mind you we took an Uber from brooklyn here, the weather was horrible so it was hard just to leave after spending money to come here. The server Ethan was a sweetheart however in all consciousness, I cannot recommend this restaurant to anyone especially when clients are coming here specifically for pink dishes and decor. The owner should have immediately updated their Instagram page instead of using an outdated menu and old pictures to lure unsuspecting customers here. It is all about the $$$$ not the guests experience. Oh and the hours are not accurate either as we were here Saturday and they close at 11pm not 2am. I understand not everyone is coming here for the reason I came for, but if you are at least you now know...

Came here for lunch on a sunday and the place is pretty much empty (there is only 1 occupied table) - as I was about to take a photo of my friend, the waiter told us that we cannot take a picture using a "professional camera", so we said okay but I have a smaller camera, a point & shoot kind, obviously not "professional", is that okay? and he said he wasn't sure and told us that the owner is coming and we can just ask him if it's okay. Shortly after, the owner arrived, so we asked nicely if it's okay to take photos with our small point & shoot camera, this guy said absolutely not - and if we'd like, we can rent the place out. And then proceeded to give us a lecture on what is the purpose of a restaurant , that nobody wants to hear about! hahaha! Is he serious?? all this over asking for permission to take photos. haha!

Now let's get to the food - they were all BAD. The pancake that my friend ordered was soggy and tasteless. The omelette that I ordered was barely warm and when I asked for ketchup, they don't have! when I asked for hot sauce, they don't have! (I mean what kind of kitchen do they have?) hahaha! Especially considering the price that they charge for the food. It is definitely NOT WORTH IT! Also, all the tables and chairs are cramped, you can barely move once you're seated down. The decor is the ONLY thing they have have going on in this place, and they won't even let you take pictures. haha!

The waiter was polite enough but the owner was arrogant and obnoxious. Do yourself a favor, don't go here. if you want a photo with all the pink stuff, just take a photo from the outside....