Linguini B.
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This bonk is Ridonk. An Astronomically Gifted Gastronomia. Winthrop would've called this a city upon a hill - but we're in a valley, in a village. Alta, you are the light of the world. A village set in a valley cannot be hidden.
Like winter wonderland for suburban Italians. I walked in just to take a look, and upon entrance my eyes opened so wide that tears begun to flow upwards out of my eyes. Combing my hair backward with flooding water. My brother pinched himself but lost all feeling, and was unable to tell if he were now in a dream. But as we know, he wasn't dreaming, signori. Unexpectedly, but with the ebullience of a young boy I pridefully dropped a fat bill on a variety of goods. Zippo on the regrets, and ya better believe that.
Some personality behind the counter adds to the vibe of this pseudo deli turned ristorante. They could've convinced me into buying the whole establishment - had me hook, line and sinker. Yet I didn't leave feeling like a stinker. What do I recommend? Every ting.
Da sandwiches is surelllllly da best in a couple town radius. Diameter. Pi. Calculus, yea whatever. Sandy was fat yet functional, sort of like me. Bread options are spectacular. The homemade balsamic. The balsamic dip. Arancini. Dessert. And of course, da pig of da pin, da bell of da ball, da Porchetta.
Not to mention, but I guess I am mentioning, you can practically live here. The porchetta king is constantly throwing porchetta samples on the counter. You may get overwhelmed by the samplings. I think they may have been feeding stuff to me hand to mouth. I blacked out. Sfogliatelle samples? Scusi me, where are we in Napoli? Who do you folks think you are? Love it. Love the game.
I'm a scrimp a dimp shrimp, since I've yet to get my naughty knuckles or my gooey gums on some of dis pizzzza. That oven brings me back, to the Amalfi. To the coast. Nel blu, dipinto di blu. What did I get myself into...
Anyways I think I left with the pistachio cream, a Parma sandwich I may have added a cutlet, this thing was beautiful. I got their balsamic vin dip and slapped it on the bread of da sandy myself. Mamma Mia I need to go back. I got a classic crispy loaf, for I am a man of class. Some gelato found its way somewhere.
Call me dramatic and over emphatic but this place is an automatic. Cheers to the new kings of DTS (Down Town Suffern for non locals.) I'll be stopping in here and there to pay my respects, mi amore. Ciao ciao - Mr. Bonotucci.