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New York Italian Bread

In the early eighties, I lived in the East Village – not the trendy neighborhood it is today. I used to shop at the C Town on Fourth Street and First Ave. Palagonia Bread was the only bread you could buy after the local baker on 2nd Street and 1st Ave was forced out by the landlord. The way I like to eat bread is to brush it with olive oil, oregano, salt pepper and bake it 5 minute at 325ºF. Decent to delicious ciabattas are now available everywhere in the city, rendering Palagonia mediocre at best – certainly not the finest in the world. Never was.

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Junius Street - Brownsville, Brooklyn - © Frank H. Jump

Bread is one of the oldest prepared foods, dating back to the Neolithic era. The development of leavened bread can probably also be traced to prehistoric times. – Wikipedia

At one time, Palagonia was the ONLY Italian bread you could buy at a corner deli. I wouldn’t call it the best anymore. Vincenzo is a fan of Cityline’s Rosamaria Bakery on 101st Street – if you want a really good semolina bread.Only buy breadand cookies stear clear fom cold cuts.  Another favorite of ours is Paneantico Bakery off 65th Street & 14th Avenue in Bensonhurst.

75-19 101st Avenue - Cityline - © Vincenzo Aiosa

Finocchi bruciati / Burnt fennel By Frank H. Jump

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Finocchio, Fennel , Anise

Finocchi Bruciati
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Fennel sickly sweet
Taste beneath my black-licoriced tongue
Unsavory medieval smoky vexed exaltations
Offerings
Burnt bundles of seed-oil-soaked switches
Sticks of acrid anise star
Exploding silent supernovae
Offerings
Bursting in flames beneath an Inquisitor’s
Bitter blackened blade
Millions of merry martyrs
Faery Satyrs,
Wizened witches,
Fey fakirs & swishy Svengalis
Floating putrid plasmatic
Plumes ascending
Imploding stench
Quelling gay panic
Across a Dark Ages Europe
Offerings to the unquenchable God
Overseer of eternal entrapment

Finocchio col gusto gravemente dolce
Sotto la mia lingua annerita dalla liquirizia
Immorale medievale fumosa noiosa esaltazione
Offerte
Bruciati fasci di fruste imbevute con olio di semi finocchio
Acridi bastoni di anice stella
Esplosione silenziosa di supernova
Offerte
Scoppiando in fiamme sotto uno Inquisitore
Amara annerita lama
Milioni di martiri allegri
Satire di fate
Streghe raggrinzite,
Fachiri effemminati e Maghi checche
Galleggianti putridi plasmatica
Pennacchi ascendenti
Implodendo odore di fallo
Sedare di panico omosessuale
Attraverso una Buia Europa dei secoli scorsi
Offerte a un Dio inappagabile
L’intrappolamento di sorveglianza eterna

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Bygone restaurants & businesses


R & L Restaurant- Florent © Frank H. Jump

Cause and effect by Florent Morellet

ALMOST 23 years ago a transplanted young Frenchman named Florent Morellet

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Day - O Restaurant West Village NY © Vincenzo Aiosa

The now closed Day Ho location is undergoing renovations we will keep you posted who will reopen

Behind the loud soul music, coconut lampshades, and metallic paint lurks a surprisingly intimate dinner atmosphere. So intimate that you’ll want to cozy up to all kinds of jerks


Pane e Salame

Pane senza grassi - Fat free bread Panetteria Torino © Vincenzo Aiosa

Il salumiere - The cold cut guy Torino © Vincenzo Aiosa

Suino puro - Pure pork Torino   Vincenzo Aiosa

Puro suino - Pure pork Torino © Vincenzo Aiosa

From the left with Truffles, with Garlic,  with Barolo whine & below with special  fennel

Cold cuts in Italian home is  a main staple served with  all meals from breakfast to dinner appetizers, there always some sort of cold cuts or whole salami in the refrigerator, 2 or 3 slices between a piece and bread (Pane e Salame) nothing else no mayonnaise nor mustard is needed to satisfy hunger in a hurry depending on the region it is usually followed with a glass of whine no matter what time of day it is. My mom always brought home cold cuts on Saturday around 1pm and that is what we always had for lunch on that day Mortadella and hot Capicolla was and still is my favorite.

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Hams & Capocolli / Wallabout Provisions Co. Brooklyn Navy Yard - taken September, 1997

Last night @ The Farm On Adderley – Cortelyou Road, Brooklyn

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After a 2.5 hour drive from the Poconos, we decided to treat ourselves to dinner @ The Farm. I have never been a fan of noisy restaurants, but Frank loves the food there, so and  I deferred. We were  immediately seated, and since we knew what we wanted we ordered as soon as the waiter showed up. It took him a bit to get to us since it was really crowded for a Sunday.

Frank ordered the special Spinach salad with pumpkin seeds and pickled red onion with a shaved soft Fontina-like cheese AND what every one has been raving about – the Kale-Lentil Soup. I ordered the Sirloin special with fork crushed Yukon gold potatoes w/olive oil and roasted cauliflower w/guanciale & golden raisins. My meal was absolutely delicious aside the fact that I could have used a larger cut of steak (I wanted it but I don’t need it). Frank was disappointed that his soup never arrived and when the waiter apologized and offered to bring it,  we declined since it was already late and we wanted to go home by then.  We got our check and upon checking it the soup was still there. OOPS I never read the bill –  I always pay the total but it was quickly  remedied. Frank still wants to go back and try this talked about soup.  I wont. I have no tolerance for bad service. I have been disappointed more than once. I drive so I am not relegated to the neighborhood near my house for good but overpriced food. – Enzo