Orange Clogs At Citarella

I saw the tell-tale ponytail from behind and had an inkling of who was standing by the fish counter. I looked down at the man's feet and when I saw his orange clogs they confirmed my suspicions: Mario Batali, accompanied by his son, was shopping at Citarella this evening while Izzy and I were doing the same. Not quite as titillating as my Nina Planck or Martha sightings but thrilling none the less.

I hurried to gather the remainder of my groceries in hopes of sidling up behind him on line. Didn't make it but I did manage a surreptitious photo of the orange clogs from afar...

Oh how I do love grocery shopping in NYC..sure does beat Shoprite in JC.