Rao's, y'all familiar? One-time-mobbed-up-maybe-still-is old-school pasta joint in Harlem. I guess some mobster got shot there in '93 and before that in the '70s it was really the shit. Like Carlo Gambino ate there and whatnot. It's supposed to be the hardest table to get in New York and my mom has it's trademarked spaghetti sauce in her refrigerator. I don't know, color me unimpressed. Red sauce Italian joints are red sauce Italian joints. It's hard to improve on a good plate of meatballs or cavatelli and hot sausage, and you can get that shit cheap in a lot of places. I guess if you want to maybe get shot inside a restaurant and definitely get stabbed and/or mugged when you leave this is the spot to go? I dunno, here's it's history though.
http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/02/01/where-lupo-the-wolf-goes-for-dinner/
P.S. Megan Abbott is a chick crime novelist. I didn't even know they made those. What'll they think of next?
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