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Gallo Nero

Restaurants, Italian Midtown West
1 out of 5 stars
(1user review)
Gallo Nero
Gallo Nero

Time Out says

The emphasis on vino is clear from the start: Gallo Nero’s name and logo are taken straight from the black rooster that adorns bottles of Chianti Classico. The star feature of the whitewashed dining room are the shelves crammed with selections from the 120-strong Italian list, including a number of affordable (around $12) quartini. The mostly small-plates menu encounters a few pitfalls, so stick with wine and a few modest nibbles, such as crispy crab cakes, nongreasy eggplant Parmesan and juicy grilled lamb chops, perched atop dense mashed potatoes.

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Address: 404 W 44th St
New York
10036
Cross street: between Ninth and Tenth Aves
Transport: Subway: A, C, E to 42nd St–Port Authority
Price: Average small plate: $8. AmEx, MC, V
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Opening hours: Mon 4pm–1am; Tue–Fri noon–2am; Sat, Sun 4pm–2am
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tastemaker

Review is for Gallo Nero's downtown location, which offers weekend brunch.


To sum up this place in one word would be..."confused". From a menu that includes everything from salmon to pizza to pumpkin ravioli, to an ambience in which the playlist was presumably picked by your 14 year old cousin, I have no idea what to make of any of it.


The fare is mediocre at its absolute best. I'm guessing the menu is trying to be vaguely "Italian", which is a tough sell when you offer mashed potatoes as a side dish. What we ordered wasn't so inedible that we sent it back (ok honestly you're a real P.O.S. if you do that), but not something we'd order again.


And to top it all off, the staff is impolite from top to bottom. The waiters (of which there are too many) congregate in the corner and chat while their patrons wait for service. And contacting the place beforehand (not sure why I even bothered making a reservation) was like pulling teeth until someone got back to me. I wish I had taken that as a bad omen.