Pierre said it for the both of us this morning…
Stepping into Pylos makes me feel like we’re in Greece.
It’s always chaotic at dinner, but brunch is a different matter. I rarely see more than a few tables occupied and it feels like we just walked into the dining room of some wonderful boutique hotel. Over a thousand (!) terra cotta pots that hang upside down from the ceiling and I can’t help but marvel over that fact on every visit.
If only our window views were of the Mediterranean Sea and not dirty 7th Street