Posted by DFP Staff
As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a
gangster eat pasta. To me, being a gangster eating pasta was better than being President of the United States. Even before I first wandered into the cabstand for an after-school job, I knew I wanted to be a part of them dine at Goodfellas. It was there that I knew that I belonged. To me, it meant being somebody in a neighborhood that was full of nobodies. They weren’t like anybody else. I mean, they did ate whatever they wanted. They double-parked in front of a hydrant and nobody ever gave them a ticket. In the summer when they played cards all night, nobody ever called the cops.
Okay, so maybe that’s a bit dramatic. Our lunch break was way less Scorsese than all of that. It was, however, super delicious. Bonus- no one had to worry about meeting a violent demise or f-bombs dropping every other word. In fact, our lunch at Goodfellas in the Galleria was lovely. The patio is perfectly shaded so that even on a hot day the temperature is manageable.
You order at the counter and they’ll give you a number. Seating is up to you, the inside is nicely air conditioned but small and the outdoor seating is shaded and quite large. A big party of 10 people were dining outside along with several other tables without it ever seeming crowded.
The garlic bread comes out family-style and is heavenly. It also comes out quickly, pleasing for both heartless gangsters and office staff with a short lunch break.
Here’s a close up of that golden buttery goodness. And multigrain!
We’re gonna show both views of Rocio’s lunch and pull a Jimmy-Two-Times on this chicken sandwich. Chicken Sandwich.
Steve’s italian sausage sandwich, mangia!
Kim’s rigatoni with marinara.
Mitch’s Rigatoni with marinara and cheese. The sauce is delicious and fresh, not heavy or oily.
We even got a view into their kitchen!
Head down to 2405 Capitol St, Suite 107 for a quick Italian lunch experience!
Call ahead: 559-263-9700