The display case tells the story before anyone behind the counter says a word. Cannoli lined up in neat rows, their shells golden plus crisp, the filling piped fresh every morning. Glass trays of biscotti, amaretti, plus rainbow cookies that look like they were painted by hand.
The ice cream case holds flavors that do not appear anywhere else in the state: pistachio made with nuts imported from Sicily, lemon granita that tastes like the fruit was squeezed an hour ago, plus a ricotta-based treat that regulars order by name without glancing at the menu.
The shop opened when the neighborhood was still mostly Italian immigrants who wanted a taste of home, plus it has been run by the same family for three generations…