If you are reading this, first & foremost, thanks for being a part of Madeleine--I enjoy every message & glance at my writings as I am glad to share a passion for a world less hectic, more authentic, with you. As we're already salivating at the prospect of next year's menu's, here's some favorite shots of Italian moments from 2007 (click on the images for a better view)
Salumi galore gathered from Brooklyn to Schenectady's little Italy shared with Italian friends & family.
Heaven comes to those who wait... Standing in line for two hours for Brooklyn's best pizza. (Somehow we got ours before the striped lady & the L.A. couple ahead of us. YES!!!) The best moments I spent in NYC.
Dinner with bro-in-law David O'Hara 's favorite restaurant in
the Bronx's little Italy, Dominick's, where the wait staff looks like
goodfellas & they don't give you a menu...
Okay, so who couldn't wait until we took pictures? All of us I guess. When it's good you've got to dive in! David, you're a lucky dog, living in the Bronx. Can't wait to see you again!
This is as good as it gets--Calandra's Cheese. The ladies in line all seemed a foot shorter than me & spoke only Italian. God bless the Bronx.
Madonia Brother's Bakery where I discovered prosciutto bread & felt like the smallest lady in the room. Darn! They didn't give away that recipe in the Arthur Avenue cookbook, but I saw one in Elenora's Kitchen whose brother incidentally worked at a bakery on Arthur Avenue. Hmmm... Could it be Madonia?
Mike's Deli, the epicenter of Arthur Ave. As soon as we walked by the counter, the guy behind it said, "You look hungry!" & indeed we came back hungry at the end of our tour. These sandwiches came back with us on the plane, the best travel food imaginable. Hey, if they make sandwiches for Yankee Stadium, why can't they cater for American Airlines??? I'd trade frequent flier miles for their sandwiches, anyday. Check out the glimpse of broccoli raab in the deli case.
Inside Arthur Avenue's thriving market... Feeling like a proud New Yorker at Mike's Deli, I was given away by my inherited mid-western accent: "Are you from Chicago?" But I moved to Schenectady when I was five! Give me some pasta fazool, already...
But let's not forget Schenectady's little Italy. Thanks to my mom, I always get to take a taste of home back with me. Perreca's makes one of my favorite breads in the world, old world-style.
apparently on the up-swing, so I hope places like this will continue to exist without getting run-over by condo developers. Walking in to Perreca's, the smell alone makes me want to move back east--an incredible perfume of slow-cooked zuppas, artisanal breads, & sandwiches my mamu couldn't resist...
Our last shopping spot was Garofalo's, founded in 1909 by our friend Fran Loeffler's family. The service was surly, cameras were definitely not welcome as we found out, but a few shots we took might give you reason to plunder their stash.
"Did you take enough pictures?!!" one of the red-headed sisters scowled. "It's really ANNOYING." Oh, the perils of blogging... Thank you, Ken, for taking the heat!
And when all else, fails, there's always a Reuben from Gershon's with a kosher dill on the side!!! Now that really hits the spot... I LOVE NY! (note to Seattle, I love you too, especially after eating at Buddha Ruksa tonight.)
And a very happy New Year to you all. Hope you're hungry!