OK, I know I called it the "world's best deli" in the last post, and it would be except that I couldn't find any bruschetti (that's crackers for you turista) to go with the delicious cheese.
Inside Volpetti, it's like a rugby scrum with food. Elbows fly, people jostle and box out for position, but patience and persistence are rewarded. This is take-out, Italian style.
From the top, clockwise, that's a nice Barberesco, a pane grano, three cheeses: a Bel Paese, a Gorgonzola Dulce, and something with a lot of holes that I can't pronounce, but that is predictably like a strong Swiss (suddenly it came to me, it is a Pannerone Lodigiano), next a torta rustica stuffed with mortadella and peperoncino and a mystery cheese, next a calzone stuffed with spinach, broccoli, proscuitto, and yet another mystery cheese, and finally a berry crostata for dessert.
Did we save any money over going out? No. But at least we have some stinky cheese and bread to throw in the European man-purse and carry around tomorrow so we can avoid the snarling cashier. Va'al diavolo, cassiera!
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