Eataly, with Mark

It's good Mark had been to Eataly just last week because he was completely understanding as we wandered through the space, dazed and confused. There is very little that is naturally intuitive about the space. The seating areas are for restaurant style eating but you have to find a hostess related to a particular food type to seat you. The rest of the space is like an enormous, disorganized train station with every conceivable type of Italian foodstuff, including counters for ordering sandwiches that can then only be eaten at standing counters or taken to go. None of this mattered after the first bite of the most amazing porcini rubbed prime rib sandwich from Rosticceria. It was large, not cheap and if my stomach was not already busting to its seams, I would have finished those last 3 bites too.
Eataly, 200 Fifth Ave, NY, NY 10010 (at 23rd St and Broadway)