We love this down-home Roman trattoria and not just for Mario Batali's celebration of odd animal parts and Italian delicatessen, or for partner Joe Bastianich's bid to bring depth and finesse to a casual Village joint's wine service. Weekend lunches are jammed with kids eating gourmet helpings of buttered spaghetti. The down-home front room is boisterous and perfect for large families, while the quieter back room is a place to teach your kids how to eat pasta with polish. We like the mood, the food, and the gentle prices, but so do legions of tuned-in New Yorkers. It's almost as tough a sanctum to crack as its pricier sibling, Babbo. — Rob Patronite and Robin Raisfeld
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Lupa is best experienced at lunch, before the dinnertime hordes elbow in.
The food was not bad but to be honest, I feel a bit led on by the place. My first bite of ricotta gnocchi transported me back in time to when I was 8 and eating Chef Boyardee. Yes. I said it. And I mean it. It had the same blandness of flavor and lack of inspiration as my former childhood staple. The portion size of the gnocchi was dwarfed by the enormous white bowl it was served in. However, the bread served was excellent, as well as the brussel sprouts and the prosciutto di Parma
I sat at the bar for a bit, waiting for my guest, and I spoke with the bartender. He was very warm and knowledgeable, and this was reflected in his selection of a glass of Barolo that pretty much blew me away. Being a Batali restaurant, needless to say, the wine list is very well tuned.
Spilt wine on my cashmere sweater and nothing comped...
We've been meaning to try Lupa for awhile now but don't like how it gets overly crowded. We opted to try the restaurant on a late Sunday afternoon and the place was not crowded at all. The meal went down hill when the waitress brought over the wine bottle and the entire bottle fell from the tray and onto my lap. The waitress was apologetic and the manager came over saying we'd have something sent over to our table. The entire meal passed and we got our check, nothing was comped, we didn't have anything "sent over to the table" and we had to ask the manager to get our dry cleaning billed paid for. To top it all off the food was mediocre. With service and attitude like this why would anyone go to Lupa?