Meserole St. to Richardson St., Lorimer St. to Morgan Ave.
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Two former waiters from La Piadina in the West Village opened this Roman flatbread haven in 2007 and named it for an Italian version of Robin Hood. Menu items hover under $10, with piadina, an unleavened bread cooked on a special tile over charcoal, served hot and filled with cheese or salami (or both) and hand-cut pastas like strozzapreti (short, thin strips) and pappardelle made fresh, daily. Yellow and red beets are paired with sliced oranges under a pile of baby spinach leaves, and the arugula salad with pears and huge shavings of Parmesan cheese is classic and refreshing. The dining room is cozy, with candles, exposed brick, and dark wooden floors. During summer months, doors in the back give way to a quiet wooden patio decked out with tiny electric lights and red-and-white umbrellas. Listen to the specials recited with a heavy Italian accent out here, and you might just forget you’re dining locally. — Abbe Benson
Recommended Dishes
Piadina al Prosciutto, $7; Rapette Rosse, $7; Gnocchi Burro e Salvia, $8
6.8
"Recommended" Average Reader Rating on a Scale of 10
I felt compelled to write this review after having the worst dining experience of my life. Our party ordered two primi pastas to be followed by two secundi meats, and the waiter brought all four dishes out at the same time. When I explained that we wanted our pasta dishes served first followed by our mains, I was treated as though this was the most ridiculous idea in the history of dining. He said he would keep the plates “warm in the back,” including a steak originally cooked medium-rare. When the meat came out twenty minutes later, it was lukewarm and overcooked. Given his rude behavior, we paid a tip of 10%. We left the restaurant, but shortly thereafter, we realized an item was left behind, so I returned to retrieve it. As soon as I entered, this waiter approached me, and, in a raised voice, he asked if I was displeased with the service. In dramatic fashion so as to garner the attention of the entire dining room, he then walked behind the bar to the tip jar and dug out my tip to return it to me. I refused and will never again return to this restaurant.
So, I am glad to see in the NY Mag review that this place was started by former waiters from one of my favorite Manhattan joints -- Piadina. The staff at Il Passatore had never heard of Piadina and Il Passatore is a near carbon-copy of Piadina, so me and my friend were baffled as we noticed the similarities, down to the smallest decor and menu items. Frankly, I don't understand being proud of creating something that is a copy of the vision of someone else, however, it was a pleasant place to eat and I am sure it is a respite in the wasteland that is Flatbush. In fact, it was very reasonable in price with a charming atmosphere and acceptable food (I would say Piadina has "very good" food).
Overall, not bad, not great. I would definitely go if I happened to be in that hood again, but would prefer the original.