MS. FRUGAL: Is the food really that good at Babbo or will we be overpaying to keep Mario’s closet stocked with orange shoes? It got lots of mixed reviews on the foodie sites.
MS. FOODIE: Yeah, but half of those reviewers thought it was the greatest thing since sliced Tuscan pane. See? Your cup, half empty. Mine? Half full.
MS. FRUGAL: But the menu is meat-heavy and kind of pretentious. Everything contains some endangered, Batali-revived and now-sustainable species. Like the pappardelle pasta with a wild boar ragu. I didn’t even know you could fit a wild boar into a jar of Ragu.
MS. FOODIE: You know Mario is brilliant, and his pumpkin luna ravioli with sage and crushed Amaretti cookies will be too. And since there’s no suckling pig in it, suck it up, tightwad. You deserve it for living this long.
MS. FRUGAL: Like you're a spring chicken. You know I don't feel comfortable in hoity-toity places. Being overpampered by strangers brings out my existential angst.
MS. FOODIE: If you’d rather be denigrated over a paper cup of lobster bisque by the Soup Nazi, he’s in the West Village too—but I’m going to Babbo. They’re within walking distance of each other. We could split up, but last time I checked, we were connected by organs.
MS. FRUGAL: Some of them are probably on the Babbo menu.
MS. FOODIE: Focus! Focus!
MS. FRUGAL: But we already had some really nice meals that were trendy but not as expensive (granted, we ordered conservatively). Are you forgetting that scrumptious moules frites with Pernod and shaved fennel we had last night at Pastis and the crepes suzette for dessert? And the night before at the Fig and Olive, we had mushroom and truffle soup, branzino ceviche with citrus, fennel, and dill, and for dessert, olive oil gelato with a blood orange caramel and turbinado shortbiscuit?
MS. FOODIE: What’s your point? Did you come to NY to eat or not? Look, we said we would have one fine meal on this trip, and I spent two hours on the phone trying to get through to Babbo exactly one month to the day in advance. If we bail now, it would be like Oliver Douglas on Green Acres climbing all the way to the top of that telephone pole, only to have Sara connect him to Jethro instead of Eb.
MS. FRUGAL: Well, since we got the coveted reservation, let’s
sell it on eBay go for it.
MS. FOODIE: Girlfriend, did you even look at the dessert menu? You’re gonna go nuts for the chocolate hazelnut cake with orange sauce and hazelnut gelato.
MS. FRUGAL: You had me at hazelnut. I won’t even think about the $12. Happy birthday.
MS. FOODIE: Happy birthday.