Blake Nowicki

Review of Ristorante Pulcinella

My friends urged me to "get myself back out there,...

My friends urged me to "get myself back out there," after a horrific breakup, and I finally landed a date with a girl. We arrived at Pulcinella on a warm summer's night and I ordered the cheapest bottle of wine. $43 !!.

I found the girl unbearable. She rambled on about the mundane details of her life, never asking me a single question about my heartache, about my dreams, about me. I was going to leave. Then my calzone arrived.

A cheesy, doughy concoction with great integrity, smooth mozza, sensual meat, and tangy sauce. I found its taste took my mind away from the vociferous shrew. While she blathered on, I mentally drifted to an old Italian square and I pictured, in her place, a beautiful vixen.

Although I never want to see her again. I would love to return to this location.