Eataly. We went. We saw. We left. For some reason, Eataly just wasn’t doing it for us, which would seem odd because we love Italian food, we love pasta, we love cheese, we love sauces, and we love pizza. Maybe we were turned off because it felt like a gourmet Costco or maybe it was the expensive prices. But we could see how this could be like paradise for some wealthy New Yorkers or folks who can’t ever get a reservation at Babbo.