Cue the slow-motion, ultra-close-up igniting of a flame.
Cut to the taking out of a pizza from a massive wood-burning oven.
Cut to you saying to your date, “The Charlie Bird guys run this place, you know.”
Cut to the date: “Oh, really? I love that place.”
You: “Me, too, date. Me, too.”
You might want to work on your dialogue game.
And you might want to get to Pasquale Jones, a sleek Nolita spot where the edible things are wood-fired and
the drinkable things are wine. It opens tonight.
Take a quick look
around in the slideshow. Try the pork shank.
