go-to color, French 75s, my husband... and thus we've been all over the city carb loading in search of the perfect Bolognese. We found it on the corner of 26th & Park served with handmade trofie, veal ragu, and sheep's milk herb ricotta. It was so decadent that I couldn't eat it all, but not to worry I had it the next day for breakfast. I am not ashamed.
Our two favorite spots for Bolognese where they may or may not know us:
Bread & Tulips (above)
Cola's (classic. the perfect neighborhood joint.)