"Great sarnies and suntrap seating out front makes Ben Venuti the perfect spot for a gallery debrief between mouthfuls of pillowy focaccia. The Italian deli is retro—in a racing green storefront, Pimlico-type of way—and you can watch as slices of coppa and prosciutto are cut to order and fresh mozzarella is plucked out of its little water bath and torn open. Meals here should finish with perfectly bronzed cannoli shells piped with silky smooth pistachio cream, and a discussion about whether or not the pile of sawdust you stared at for 10 minutes was actually part of the exhibition." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, sinead cranna