Once upon a time my wife had the best Caesar salad in Little Italy and wanted to relive that moment. Instead of going on a wild goose chase, I decided to help her out by searching the interwebs for the best Caesar in New York. This led us to Pietro’s, an institution that has been around forever and looked like a great place to conduct mob business. It was strangely completely empty at 3:00 in the afternoon on a Monday, but it seemed like more of a dinner spot anyway.
After I was told to remove my hat (holy crap this place was old school), we settled down to order and eat. I decided to go with the Chicken Parmesan, figuring that the place with an amazing Caesar would do a solid parm. After snacking on the bread our waiter brought out, my gigantic cutlet of chicken arrived. It filled the whole plate and there was no filler like pasta or anything stupid like that.
The chicken was shockingly juicy and crispy at the same time, and the perfectly distributed cheese and marinara made for a delightful eating experience. Honestly, before biting into this I thought that the price (this place was a bit fancy) would not correlate to taste, but I was wrong. This was the best combination of chicken, breading, marinara and cheese I had ever encountered and was weirdly sad when it ended.
I also heard the Caesar was amazing, but who cares?
