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The Red (Sauce) Badge of Courage


Pointlessly thinking about neighborhoods past is almost forcing me to give a nod to my current situation. Nice as it is, I rarely have anything (positive) to say about Carroll Gardens. Maybe the reason I feel knocked into silence is because it is so nice. Comfort is a snooze.

But I couldn’t ignore the little bit of local color reported on Time Out NY’s The Feed. It appears that the owner of local restaurant Marco Polo has been named as a defendant in the recent mafia brouhaha.

Not terribly shocking, no. But now I’m finally intrigued enough to pay Marco Polo a visit. James has been dying to try this restaurant since we moved here four years ago, and I’ve always been too spoilsporty. I do get a frequent eyeful of the white stones and brick arches from the elliptical trainers at my gym directly across the street. Perhaps the time has come for me to get over my fear of  red saucey Italian-American food.

More from the New York Post.

Photo from tokenygaard on Flickr.

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  1. I went there for Valentine’s Day last year on a lark- heart shaped ravioli, pink champagne, etc. Not awful, and interesting people-watching. It’s a bit overpriced for what it is (not unexpected), but beware- some tables for two are so oddly long any attempt at conversation becomes near impossible. And also the waiters are super old-school and really lay the pressure on to order pricier stuff. Our waiter practically forced us to order a lobster salad which we did not want.

    February 11, 2008

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