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Milk St. Sessions

During the car ride into the city, Michelle had been working to tune up her potential questions to ask. The most promising one, surely the most memorable one, I thought, was the one about the octopus and the washing machine. 

So as we sat down to eat at Babbo (unlike NYC, Babbo in Boston is the pizzeria) before walking over to Milk St., it only seemed fitting that I order the octopus all’arrabiata. It was tender (other than one big tentacle), charred and spicy. The pizzas had improved since our last visit, though I still think they put too much cheese on them causing the middle to be a soggy puddle in some cases. But I’m a pizza nerd, no one else seemed to mind and there were no leftover pieces left. Continue Reading