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One does not go to a restaurant named “the little pig” to eat judiciously.**
The brunch menu at Maialino is a roster of pork and eggs.
Here, there are scrambled eggs with Pecorino and black pepper. There are poached ones too, with favas, snap peas, and Grana Padana. And there’s a daily frittata.
You can order two eggs any style. They come with potatoes and a small salad. You can order them with pennoni, black pepper, and guanciale. And you can order them with a side of ham, Sam I am [no, you really can't (unless you count bacon as ham), but I couldn't resist giving Dr. Seuss a shout out].
There’s an egg salad sandwich and a panino with porchetta and eggs.
There’s a fat raviolo stuffed with a potato and ricotta puree, hovering like a mother ship over a lake of browned butter (“Raviolo al Uovo,” $14). Breach the delicate hull and you’ll gain a gorgeous gush of warm egg yolks. The pasta was pretty perfect, just thick enough to hold its contents, just thin enough that it disappears seamlessly into the rest. It’s the kind of dish that calls the day.
There are eggs with tripe (“Uova con Trippa alla Trasteverina“), the whites quivering, the yolks runny. The strips of honeycomb tripe were extremely soft and fairly clean-tasting, slicked with a light tomato sauce. Wherefore the little shards of flatbread – not quite large enough to use as a scoop, not quite small enough to mix in – I have no idea. But I liked them. Italian migas? ($11)
And there are eggs baked in a casuela with a spicy tomato sauce infused with guanciale (“Amatriciana al Forno,” $12). The yolks were more waxy than runny, more soft than firm. They were beautiful. And the guanciale flavor was so indulgently strong that the fatty cut must have been ground directly into the sauce, as Carlton surmised. Perhaps the best bite of the dish were the spongy squares of bread that came soaking in the sauce.
Not an egg person? There’s are plenty of options, including a pretty fantastic little sandwich that they call a “pizza,” layered with silky ribbons of mortadella and Provolone (“Mortadella,” $5). Whatever you call it, a ham and cheese like this by any other name tastes just as great. The crust was amazing, the kind of thin, knobby board with a soft crumb and flaky surface that shatters to kingdom come when you bite into it. I couldn’t quite figure how this pizza was made – it appeared as if the the filling was layered on a sheet of dough and then topped with another layer of dough and baked (one of the uncut edges seemed like it was sealed).
And purely to mitigate guilt, I ordered a “Misticanza,” a beautiful tuft of baby arugula, barely dressed. Every leaf looked like it was hand-picked ($7).
There seemed like no question (in my mind, anyway) that we were having dessert. If my friend had an objections, I steam-rolled right over him.
If Marie Antoinette had a Cinnabon at Versailles, Maialino’s “Brioche Caramellato” is what she would have eaten ($3). This buttery little nugget was moist and paved with a thick layer of rich, dark caramel swelling with cinnamon. I’ll let your imagination take you where you need to go.
I had pictured the “Pine Nut Tart” here to look something more akin to something Gina DePalma’s (or, what Gine DePalma might teach me to make through her cookbook). Instead, Maialino’s version was really more of a lemon cream tart topped with toasted pine nuts. It was great – light and more refreshing.
And gelati and sorbeti, which never escape my attention, they have quite a few. From a list including fiore di latte, chocolate, pistachio, and lemon-basil, we chose tiramisu, grapefruit-campari, and strawberry-lemon verbena. The former was a bit weak on the coffee and liqueur (indeed, it could have been vanilla and chocolate), but appreciated for the crunchy bits of lady fingers that came with it. The latter was my favorite, a fragrant scoop, herb-forward with fruit following. It was really delicious.
Service here was seamlessly efficient and helpful, hospitable and cheery. It’s the kind of service you might get in the Midwest (incidentally, our server volunteered that he was from Wichita, Kansas).
Maybe that’s why I generally love Meyer’s restaurants. Or maybe because it’s because the food at his restaurants tends to be very good, as it seems to be at Maialino.
I’d like to return for dinner and order the maialino – a plate of suckling pig big enough for three, maybe four people. I’d get some salumi on the side, and perhaps a plate of pasta. And, of course, I’d take a tour of the cheese selection, which looks quite good.
You know the name by now. It’s in the Gramercy Park Hotel. The executive chef is Nick Anderer, on pastries is Jennifer Shelbo. Based on this one meal, I recommend it.
2 Lexington Avenue, New York, NY 10010
Nice review, UE. I was at Maialino last night. The Malfatti al Maialino pasta (basically ribbons of pasta with a suckling pig ragu and baby arugula) was fantastic, as were the suppli al telefono (risotto balls with a great marinara sauce). We walked in at about 630 and were seated in bar room, where the full menu is served.
2 Lexington Avenue, New York, NY 10010
Thanks for the review.
I've been a few times for dinner but never for brunch and have always planned on it.