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Guess Who’s Going to Colicchio & Sons Before You Are, Suckas

I know the saying goes that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, but it’s true for the ladies, too. Or this lady, at least. Which is why my wonderful boyfriend allowed me to book us a reservation at Colicchio & Sons, the new Tom Colicchio restaurant where Tom Colicchio’s actually the one cooking, for Valentine’s Day.


Photo by Nick Solares

I was excited enough just having the reservation, but then I saw the Serious Eats slideshow. And then I saw the menu. Gnocchi with chestnuts, bone marrow, and black truffle?! Spice-roasted duck with sauerkraut, licorice root, and kumquat chutney?!

I’m also looking forward to 21 Club, Métrazur, and craftbar for winter Restaurant Week. What a wonderful, fattening world.

7 Comments

    • plumpdumpling

      Damn! It’s about Ohio, and it involves bacon stuck to bathtub walls, gay midgets, and a boy who inexplicably wears bunny ears everywhere, so it just seemed like you HAD to have seen it.

      Anyway, when you told me to smother Tom with kisses, I instantly thought about kissing his bald head, and when I said “bald head” in my mind, it reminded me of this girl in the movie who has Down syndrome and talks about breastfeeding her doll and kissing it on the head. She says, “I kiss them on their head. On their bald head.” It’s something I’ll never forget.

      Umm . . . okay, sorry about this. NOW GO WATCH THE MOVIE.

  • Tracey

    This sounds a lot more exciting than what Dan and I will probably do for Valentine’s Day, which is watch movies and eat macaroni and cheese.

    Sadly, you will never be able to see Tom Colicchio again without thinking about Gummo. And if you see him at the restaurant on Valentine’s Day, you’ll start thinking about mutilated cats and bathtub spaghetti and totally lose your appetite.