Saturday, September 18, 2010
I heart Artichoke
I always thought Artichoke Basille and I would come together under very different circumstances. Mostly me wandering around drunk and it being delicious greasy food available at 2am in the East Village. Surprisingly, when I did come to have my first slice of Artichoke it was in broad daylight in Chelsea and I was decidedly sober. The Mr. and I split a slice (of the Artichoke of course) which was a good call because it is incredibly rich. Imagine your favorite restaurant artichoke dip slathered on pizza dough. Yep, you've got it. Yummy, but oh so wrong. Our dining companion opted for their margarita slice and spoke of it highly. If it's this good sober, I can't wait to enjoy it after a night of hearty drinking.