It's a glimmering, glittering beautiful shop,
You can't just walk by; you have to stop.
For savory scents waft through the air,
I spy Pizzas! and Pastas! and Cobblers! in there.
The brick-oven heats the place up; it's toasty.
You smell flour & butter & thyme, but mostly
You notice the faces of the owners slash cooks,
Cause they're beaming. Tri B once & you're hooked.
Marimekko art hangs on the walls,
You hear New York mixed with Southern drawls,
And chattering diners grin ear to ear,
Simply because they've made it here.
And the pizza, OH MY! It's so... so delicious.
It's my third wish (on my list of three wishes).
Ingredients? Tasty. Fresh. Avante garde.
My personal favorite? Magnolia. Five stars.
So brown bag your wine and hop in your car,
It's worth the drive from near or far.
To see and hear and smell and taste,
This hidden, sparkling gem of a place.
See you soon at TriBecca Allie!
Fiona Gispen - 12/2011