NYC- Motoring to Motorino

The first stop of our trip was a no brainer. Jared had already eaten at Motorino, in the East Village, and raved about the wood-fired pizza made from the magic Acunto oven. So we bolted off the plane with empty bellies in search of the perfect pie!

We walked in and were seated right away. SCORE! The space is simply decorated, with tin stamped ceilings, black tiled floors and white walls.

 

We ordered a bottle of Falanghina del Taburno made by Fattoria La Rivolta, which was delicious and tasted of "ripe apples, banana and notes of sage". That's the menu description, not mine! 

Everyone weighed in on the menu, and we decided on 3 pizzas to start off. I was really looking forward to trying the slightly black speckled crusted goodness that was coming out of this bad boy!

 

Obviously had to get the Margherita. Tomato, Mozzarella and Basil- The Trinity of Toppings! 

Cremini and Sweet Sausage with Mozzarella, Garlic, Thyme and Pecorino. The ingredients paired together splendidly, but they should have par-cook the sausage. 

Brussels Sprout with Smoked Pancetta, Mozzarella, Garlic and Pecorino. The slightly charred sprouts were mindblowing. 

The server was acute enough to tell that we still had pizza on our brain, so he twisted our collective arm into ordering a Soppressata Piccante with Mozzarella, Spicy Soppressata, Garlic and Oregano. We didn't get a photo of this one, as I think the cheese was starting to numb our brains. 

Motorino knocked it out of the park. The bottom crust was slightly runny, and your fingers were dirty after eating it (that was a new one for me), but it somehow all came together to form a delicious pie! 

Now slightly satiated and starting to feel the effects of the heat, we started marching towards the West Village to try 'ino, which proved to be the tiniest tiny restaurant I've ever been in!