Last Saturday I rode over the Williamsburg Bridge to check out Brian’s new digs. I’m happy to report that you no longer have to post like a British horseback rider over the Bridge because those awful yellow metal speed bumps have been removed. It was still really hard for me to ride to W’burg, because I was weak. Weak from not having coffee and eating nothing but a slice of toast that morning! The problem was both of us were broke. And the glass of Manhattan’s Best espresso soda we shared at his fab bachelor pad just wasn’t cutting it. So we took a long walk to curb my cravings, but it really didn’t help. I needed something to eat! We ended up at Settepani (602 Lorimer St. 718.349.6524) an Italian bakery that I knew would have cheap coffee, delicious sweets and no mob of loud brunchers. I had two bucks to spend, a small drip coffee was 75cents, and I wanted something with protein, so I pointed to the mini sfiogliatelle. It looked like it had cheese in it. I remember like it was yesterday, that pastry and Brian's company made me happy. The ricotta cheese was lightly sweetened but wasn’t heavy or clumpy like the filling in a cheese Danish. I think my favorite part was the actual pastry. The layers of puff pastry were surprisingly crunchy, like the texture of a kettle fried potato chip! Google showed me that sfogliatelle (SFOH-l' yah-TEH-leh) is Italian for little sheets. Oh and look carefully at those sandwiches pics. It's food trompe l’oeil!
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is that a pony tail? in public?
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