Dear Pope,
Why would you come all the way to New York City and eat Italian food?
I guess it must be a catholic thing.
Next time you’re in town, I recommend hitting up Momofuku. You might not be able to get into Ko, but Ssam Bar on a Monday or Tuesday night isn’t bad.
Sincerely,
Winnie
PS. Nice ride you got there.
Nobody posted anything on the wines that Joe Bastianich purportedly poured with the papal pappa.
Dear Repent-now-and-save-your-soul,
I didn’t expect the American Winquisition!
It’s like this. I got a church to run. The Italians and Italian Americans? Front pew. On the Godfather trilogy alone their people were saved. Potty-mouthed Korean American fusion wunderkinds? Give me a break. You think working kimchee into a dish is hard? Have you heard of a little thing called, oh, Communion? Body AND blood. Yeah that’s what I thought.
What I really should’ve done was hit up a taco truck given the changing demographics of the church. Speaking of which, saved and non-saved alike, help some friends out: saveourtacotrucks.org. Now that’s unholy.
Can I get an Amen,
Il Papa.
p.s. My ride is the balm.
On our trip to Taiwan, my mom totally made us eat breakfast at some sort of “Parisian” cafe.