A little while ago, Aron and I spotted a new Italian food shop on Great Jones Street: Il Buco, the beloved and generally hard-to-get-a-table-at restaurant around the corner, had opened a market with a coffee/wine bar, gelateria, and bakery in the front, and a casual restaurant in the back. Actually, when we first stopped in, they were still working on the (now open) restaurant. But we left with our curiosity piqued.
We returned this past weekend for a 1/4-pound of proschiutto and brought our camera along. They offer samples of many items–like their own imported olive oils and vinegars, and cheeses from the case. This time they had samples of the most delicious preserved oranges and a pecorino. And the first time we were in we tried a pear sorbetto (the flavor was so true), which was made along with flavors like grapefruit-and-Campari, and salted caramel.
Everything I tried, actually, was wonderful. It seems like a really nice space to stay and share an Affogato, or to pick up a sandwich to-go. Places like this are bittersweet, however: they bring you just close enough to Italy that you can taste it, but then they take your plane fare.
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