Canaletto--Manhattan

212-317-9192

Ah faithful eight.  How long has it been since I've written about a solid Manhattan eatery.  Years?  Months?  Days? 

This place is a go to for my lunch.  I eat here with the bigwigs of my company and go off menu for the chicken parm.  Since lunch is so quiet, you can hear the chef whacking away pounding that chicken breast to a 2mm depth.  Then a little pomodoro, some mozz, and bam, a disc of deliciousness.

This place is a legit Italian restaurant.  No fan fare.  No gimmicks.  Nothing but solid cuisine prepared a la minute with fresh ingredients. 

Huh.  A rather tame post here.  Shit fuck pussy balls.  There, that's better.