Fiorello! The name conjurs up a Pavlovian reaction in me. I hear music as soon as I think of it because I’ve so often visited it after a Lincoln centre performance. I think of my best friends as it is a favourite with my close knit group of fab four, famous five or sexy six friends depending on our exact combination on any given evening. And I crave carbs.
We usually start with the thinnest crispiest Pizza you’ll ever get anywhere. Delicious.
And then….. omg .. the best chocolate mousse ever. The server arrives holding two enormous silver pots, one with whipped double cream and one with dense chocolate mousse. Sometimes they bring out the most beautiful plate and set it in the middle of the table. They then spoon out – practically have to throw the mousse onto the plate as it is so thick- dollop after dollop and then they ask if it is enough. Catching the eye of one of the boys in the party they usually smile and add a couple more dollops. The procedure is repeated with the cream. Then everyone takes a spoon and shares.
Heaven on a plate. And almost a modern day sharing of communion with friends!
Having waxed so lyrical about pizza and desert there is a risk I give you the false impression that café Fiorello a pizzeria. Not that there is anything wrong with pizzerias, but Fiorello is actually quite an elegant restaurant and they have really fabulous antipasto (and a wide range of other Italian dishes) if you or your partner don’t share our excitement at the pizza or chocolate mousse!