by Sarah Spigelman

This weekend, I went to foodie Disneyland. No, not Stew Leonard's. Another, less suburban, grittier, and infinitely more charming Foodie-land. I went to Arthur Avenue. I religiously followed Serious Eats' excellent suggestions. I tried all things yeasty, porky, and cheesy. I came home and, with friends and family, I cooked. It was a foodie day for the ages.

In the middle of the Bronx is the real, live Little Italy. One small block, filled with shop after shop of salt packed anchovies, huge cans of olive oil, and sun dried tomatoes swimming with garlicky olives and vinegary peppers. Butchers selling everything but the moo, cluck, or oink. Old nonnas chatting up beefy young men making mozzarella right in front of you, huge men in neon track suits sipping espresso as children run around the pastry shop, and octopi the likes of which I haven't seen since Greece.

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