A Man In The Kitchen

Traffic was tight on the Long Island Expressway. I was stressed, angry and worst of all hungry.

I had a mission..and that mission was Italian food. Real, real good and real portions. I was going to Lombardi’s in Middle Island.

From the moment you follow the aroma permeating through the doors, you are immediately greeted by the cordial host and seated at a table with crisp, clean, white linen.

Before you can open you menu, wallah..warm bread is in front of you and water is being poured.

Sometimes I like to keep it simple and stick with the classics. Test the waters gently. On the 2nd swim I go hog wild.

This is how it all went down……..