Sort of like a Vegas buffet…but not really
Scarpetta’s Sunday brunch should be alternately called “Holy-Shit-This-Is-Expensive”.
Me: “Hey what do you want to eat?
Friend: “How about Holy-Shit-This-Is-Expensive?”
Me: “Is Holy-Shit-This-Is-Expensive the place with caramelized cauliflower and chicken fingers?”
Friend: “Yup.”
Me: “Cool. Shotgun.”
It is reminiscent of a nice Las Vegas buffet that trumpets the best qualities of American consumerism. Over-the-top food selection. Unholy amounts of wasted food. Decidedly non-European sentimentality regarding portions and scale. In other words, pure awesomeness.
The spaghetti is on full display, as are the carving stations and cheese table. Note of advice: if you’re springing for this place, try to get more than the spaghetti, beets, and a peanut butter & jelly sandwich. At one point one of the servers asked me if I would like him to hold my plate while I load up a second one simultaneously. I’m not quite sure what kind of a fat-ass I appear to be where I can’t even finish loading my first plate before compiling my second one, but I really appreciated the offer.
This place is for fat people like me or alternatively for people who have no regard for the value of money. 90120, baby!
Scarpetta. You can look up the address from my last post. Too lazy to do it again.
