After spending the morning up the Empire State Building, walking around in 30 degree heat, we’d worked up a good appetite.
It’s kinda our thing to have a McDonald’s everywhere we go, which is borne out of always being skint everytime we go on holiday. And we were both curious to find out if they differed from the British version.
I had pre-booked dinner at John’s of 12th Street as we both love the Sopranos and Tony ate there. It’s also famous for allegedly being the last supper restaurant of a New York gangster called Umberto Valenti, before a fatal shoot out outside.
The reviews are mixed so I wasn’t hoping hoping for much, but was very pleasantly surprised.
For my main, I had the John’s Special Chicken a la Rosa and a side of spaghetti with garlic oil (specifically requested as I wanted a heap of garlic). Butterflies chicken breasts in their famous red sauce with sautéed mushrooms, peppers, spring onions and artichokes. The spaghetti was every bit as garlicky as I hoped for and the main was delicious. I ate every last morsel on the plate.
After dinner, we headed up to Times Square to take in the bright lights of the big city.
McDonald’s, almost every block in New York!
John’s of 12th Street, 302 East 12th Street