Walking around lower Manhattan in the blistering cold and occasional rain, it can be difficult to bring oneself to travel off the beaten path in search of delicious eats. More often than not, I find myself rushing from the confines of the subway to the first place with an awning, trying my best to bob and weave down the street, dodging raindrops, as my dining companion runs behind me screaming “Let’s just eat here! Who cares?”

Well, I care. Sometimes you need to brave the storm in order to get the best of the best.

Finding myself in yet another situation like this recently, I braved the rain and found myself inside the cozy confines of Galli Restaurant, a small Italian spot nestled in the SoHo neighborhood of Manhattan. Upon walking into Galli, I was immediately greeted with the sweet aromatic rush of red sauce and basil. As my dining companion and I walked to the back of the surprisingly spacious restaurant, the aroma got even stronger, showing hints of intermingling parmesan cheese and bolognese. There comes a time in a food lover’s life when she finds herself in a situation of uninhibited bliss. This was certainly one of those times.