Ravioli’s Day of Reckoning Has Arrived
As a society, we are being criminally under-served ravioli at every turn.
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I recently split two pasta entrées with my mom for her birthday dinner at Union Square Café. The mafaldine arrived piled high on a large plate, with several thick squiggly noodles drenched in duck ragú and pistachios. The second entrée sat dwarfed in its shadow: a single flat ravioli in herb butter that we were forced to cut down the middle in order to share. That one, admittedly delicious, raviolo cost 38 whole dollars, inexplicably more than the duck mafaldine that made up the bulk of our meal.
I’m not interested in talking about the overall absurdity of NYC dining prices (when did we agree to pay $24 for a side of broccolini?!), but I am interested in telling you why ordering ravioli at a restaurant is a scam. It doesn’t matter whether you’re dining at Eleven Madison Park or stuffing your face at an Italian joint off the NJ highway with clear ties to the local mob, we as a society are being criminally under-served ravioli at every turn.
I’m forever haunted by memories of watching my friends enjoy heaping mounds of linguini and penne while I polished off my paltry portion of ravioli mere minutes after it arrived at the table. As someone who loves dumplings in all forms, I spent years ordering those pillowy melt-in-your-mouth pockets hoping to feel satisfied at the end of the meal, only to be let down again and again. And let me clarify that I now know better than to place my hopes in a ravioli entrée. This article was commissioned before my mom’s birthday dinner, and I never would have ordered the single ravioli if my Dad hadn’t been footing the bill.