Pietro Nolita

Can you really call yourself a blogger if you don’t take pics in front of Pietro Nolita? The easy answer: absolutely not. So, I did just that. Okay...well I ate there too! I must say, it really is something else. As soon as I walked in, I felt as if I was shrunken like something straight out of a Magic School Bus episode, and placed into a tiny bottle of Pepto Bismol. I mean it’s pink, like REALLY pink. Pietro Nolita’s moto is even “Pink as Fuck.” I’m not kidding. It’s actually printed on the napkins.

Kat and I settled into our cozy corner booth and immediately started snapping pics. For one of the most commonly Instagrammed restaurants, I must say, Pietro Nolita had surprisingly shitty lighting. The basement position of the pink paradise allows for little natural light, leaving the luminescense up to strategically placed small bulbs and tube lights. Nonetheless, the pink painted everything was still bright and extraordinarily Instagrammable. And the exterior was even more so. In fact, a group of teenage girls (who paid for their meals and exited as we sat down) spent the entire duration of our meal (which was great btw) plus the time it took for us to get some solid Insta-worthy pics of our own, posing for “candid” shots outside. We had a perfect view out the window of their photoshoot from our table.

So, without further ado, here I am to provide you with proof that I am now in fact, a basic New York blogger, and *Pink as Fuck*. Scroll down to see some uber pink pics from my time at Pietro Nolita.