Tortellini en Brodo, per favore
I grew up next door to a lady from northern Italy, somewhere close to Switzerland. She used to have us over for long dinners and would kick things off with her soup called Tortellini en Brodo. The broth was rich, homey and amazing, served with a sprinkling of grated cheese. It was maybe chicken broth, probably simmered with a parmigiano heel giving lots of flavor. The tortellini were delicate and hand made. Some kind of meat. I still remember her oversized old-timey silver soup spoons and the wide flat soup bowls, and trying to resist the urge to tip the thing over to get the last drops.
It was mind-blowingly good and I'd be happy on a rainy day (like today) to find myself sitting in front of a steaming bowl.
I'm looking for restaurants in all the boroughs with delicious versions of this dish, with tortellini and broth that are home made (or at least seem that way).