My favorite meal on our last trip to New York was probably the Meatball Shop, on the Lower East Side.
One of the problems with hanging out in New York is that you’re always surrounded by people who are far cooler than you are.
A nice touch: you check off your order with a marker on these laminated menus.
They pack the tables pretty tightly in there. Eliza couldn’t get my face in this shot because the camera would have actually gone up my right nostril.
We went with the sliders so we could try as many different types as possible. For each one, you choose both the meat and the sauce.
A surprising winner was also the salad you see here, a little greenery to go along with all that meat.