Give a drunk girl a camera and even hands slick with truffle oil can't stop the madness. Why did I take so many pictures? I don't know. (That set is such a tiny fraction of the photos I took. Tiny.)
Except there was booze involved. Ample ample ample.
Last night was the second ever Gothamist/SliceNY pizza party held at Fornino in Williamsburg. Home to Michael Ayoub's much salivated over Tartufo pie laced with crack, I mean black winter truffles, fontina, ricotta, buffalo mozzarella, olive oil, and crack.
In addition, he generously adorned spoonfuls of white truffle cream with black truffle shavings and a drizzling of white truffle oil. Viva la decadence!
Ayoub also presented an encore of his mozzarella demonstration. Then served the subtly sweet and tender morsels with a plate of red Hawaiian sea salt.
A round of house-made gelato completed the debauchery.
3 comments:
i got a caper down my shirt!
hi! i was the fellow sitting down who asked you if you were photographing for a blog. my name is tristan. somehow i remembered the name of your blog despite the drunken haze.
arobotar: thanks for visiting, i'm totally impressed by your powers of memory!
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