I’ve eaten at this charming East Village Italian spot, Orologio, a few times without ever really noticing its incredibly unique interior. On first glance, it seems to be a classy European-inspired front with delightful outdoor seating, and the floor-to-ceiling windows open to allow for a nice breeze. The owner and staff is surprisingly brilliant – friendly and welcoming.
(My charming sausage & spinach omelette dish for Sunday brunch)
After my most recent visit with a few girlfriends for a lovely New York City Sunday brunch affair, I was instantly inspired by Orologio‘s captivating decor. There were clocks, or ‘orologios’, everywhere. After dreaming up my eventual wall of hooks earlier this month, I found another use for a future wall of mine: antique clocks. Grandfather, cuckoo, tick-tock-tick.
Obsessed.
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