In this life, you’re going to have days where you drink wood-fired dirty martinis, and you’re going to
have days where you don’t.
Those are the two main kinds of days.
And today’s one of the former.
This is Macchina, an Upper West Side corner of unspeakable wood-fired Italian deliciousness and
cocktails. It’s open and, come to think of it, we’ll now speak of it.
… Not too much, though, because you’d
best get to the slideshow where you’ll ache for things. Chicken-diablo things.
Everything-bagel-garlic-knot things. These things…
