I had a spiritual food experience, and things got real.
Upon my return to my hometown after working in ATX for most of the summer, my sister and I got invited to dinner with my parents to celebrate their 26th wedding anniversary at none other than Maroni Cuisine (my theory is that we got invited because my dad got just a teeny bit jealous that I did Barley Swine without him, but regardless, my parents are the cutest couple ever and deserve to be celebrated!)
Maroni is Barley Swine on steroids. There are no menus at this classic eatery; just a handful of tight tables, unlimited beverages, and several people with heavy Long Island accents. It doesn’t really matter though, because 21-25 mind-blowing little tasting courses are on their way to you as soon as you’re seated. It’s up to the chef what’s for dinner during your visit, and it’s up to your waiter what order they come to you in (Shout-out to Dave, our awesome waiter. Someone wasn’t so nice about him on Yelp, but I can assure you when I say he made our night so much fun!) It all seems sort of random, but that’s part of the experience. It really doesn’t matter though; you’ll be too busy chowing down on whatever deliciousness graces your table next, while admiring Maroni’s collection of Pink Floyd and Beatles paraphernalia.
All 25 courses are worth a shot if you can handle it. Standouts include custom sushi; the sushi chef even stops by your table to take into account your favorites. The sushi was followed by the most precious little mug of lobster bisque with cognac, which was more like drinking the butter you’d typically drown your pieces of lobster in. We were also brought Chinatown dumplings, which made me miss Lower Manhattan. The table favorite was the Veal Milanese. With the exception of my dad, no one at the table likes veal, but somehow it was cooked so perfectly that we devoured the whole thing. It was covered in arugula, tomatoes, and buffalo mozzarella, and tasted like something that comes from your authentic neighborhood Italian place where the grandmother is still Queen of the kitchen, and nothing leaves without her stamp of approval. Other favorites included a black truffle grilled cheese (self-explanatory, and utterly delicious), Kobe beef hamburgers, Korean BBQ spare ribs and Maroni’s famous meatballs.
My personal favorite, you ask? Ever thought of putting potato purée and vanilla together? Neither have I, but stick an itty-bitty bay scallop on top of that idea, and you have by far the weirdest, most flavorful, and surprisingly not-gross combination ever. On top of that, my sister and I agreed on bonus points for the pretty scallop shells it’s served on, and tea spoons for scooping it all up.
Oh, and there’s dessert, if you haven’t had to unbutton your pants already. It goes without saying that everything is delicious, but I’ve got to give the gold medal to the Chipwich with Salted Caramel ice cream in the middle, most of which I ate before my sister had a chance to try (Oops, sorry!).
Wherever you’re from, Maroni’s is worth the hike. Prepare yourself, bring stretchy pants, and don’t miss out!
18 Woodbine Ave
Northport, NY 11768