We continue the day of eating! We spotted Pastagasm, just a block over from the hotel, on our first night, and made a note of it for future reference, despite having most of our meals booked already. I really shouldn’t have, I could barely eat, but I also couldn’t leave New York knowing it was there and not trying it. In a tiny, garish spot with purple neon signs and black and white chequered tiled flooring, I am served a healthy (quantity)/unhealthy (nutrition) quantity of cacio e pepe in tonnarelli, parmesan piled on, and it’s very good! The sauce clings to the pasta nicely, substantial but not thick, bound together perfectly. Delighted that in Bianchi’s fashion, I’m given some (very rosemary-y) focaccia to mop it up, and I make sure to do so. I would have loved to have tried their tiramisu, but I genuinely don’t think I could have managed a spoonful. Good to have a reason to come back to New York, I suppose.