"T" was in town and pretty much insisted that we go visit Rocco's. I guess that's what the rest of America thinks of NYC. :) Full disclosure: one late night in December, we had stopped by for a snack. The place was empty with no sign of Rocco or Mamma. We vowed never to admit going or to consider going back.
Things couldn't be more different tonight. The place was full, though not packed. The waiters were running around. Mamma was standing in the doorway hugging models. Rocco was being chased all over the restaurant by women. All was good.
The food was pretty much what we had expected. Stick to the meatballs. Skip the sweet stuff, the only thing edible on the dessert menu was the gelato. The tirimisu tasted medicinal. The cheescake was left untouched after the first nibble.
I suspect they're still losing money there as we sat for more than three hours and did not order anything close to a full meal. Other tables didn't even look like they ordered at all. I kind of feel sorry for the guy since he couldn't even walk out of the place without being grabbed by each table along the way, including ours. It would have been nice to talk to Mamma.
