Pasta, Potatoes & Poor Judgment

What happens when you smash together Italian tradition and Tex-Mex madness? You get the Gnoccho Platter, a dish that makes both grandmothers and abuelas roll in their graves while you sit smugly at the table with a fork and an evil grin.

Instead of tortilla chips, we’re talking pillowy little potato gnocchi baked until their edges crisp and their middles stay chewy. Then comes the cheese—a molten blend that clings to every lump like it’s auditioning for a mozzarella commercial. Add red sauce in place of salsa, pepperoni instead of jalapeños, and suddenly your nachos look like they’re having an identity crisis in Little Italy.

And here’s the thing: it works. It shouldn’t, but it does. Every bite is both comforting and confusing, like getting a hug from someone who also just insulted your life choices. You taste potato, pasta, pizza, and nacho in the same bite. It’s culinary whiplash. It’s a food fight in your mouth where everyone wins and loses simultaneously.

The Gnoccho Platter is not a dish to impress guests, but it is a dish to test the boundaries of your own snack morality. Will you stop at one bite? No. Will you regret it? Also no. This is National Potato Day, and if potatoes want to dress up as nachos for one glorious evening, who are we to tell them no?