So, we’re back at Drake One Fifty, this funky fresh financial-district joint—only this time it’s for dinner. Now, this place has got pizzas, burgers and even eggplant parm, but I wanted something I couldn’t get anywhere else…like this righteous dish, venison paccheri, cuz you know I speak the third-best Italian, broseph!
Now, this is probably one of the top three deer dishes I’ve ever had—and it’s the only one that wasn’t served up by a good ol’ boy in a trucker hat. The venison is rich and tender, over a bed of big-ass noodles and some cheese on top. The paccheri weren’t exactly al dente, but hey, a crunchy noodle probably wouldn’t work well beneath slow-cooked Bambi, amirite?