Nothing special here, just an Italian deli - except that it's smack dab in the middle of Chinatown on Main Street. To get in you have to ring a bell. An older gentlemen comes to the door, looks you over, and if you pass muster, lets you in to a dimly lit but well provisioned shop of Italian olive oils, pastas and other dry goods, meats, and cheese. I picked up an immense chunk of pecorino for about $8 the last time I was there. I paid cash.
Post title from this song by Homme Beige.
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Monday, May 31, 2010
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