Growing up Italian in California meant few authentic Italian bakeries. I mostly experienced them in Rhode Islands where my Italian grandparents settled when they emigrated to the U.S. While staying in Rome, we walked by this bakery and I just had to go inside. Not only did they have the most amazing, delicious and beautiful pastries and cookies, they had delicious pizza to go. The day we left Roma, we stopped by to get a variety of cookies to take to a long lost cousin in a little town east of Rome. The baker wrapped up the cookies so they were on gold tissue paper and in a box with a ribbon. He was very sweet. If this bakery were in San Francisco, I'd go there all the time.
The baker didn't speak much English, but my rudimentary Italian was enough to communicate. If you don't speak Italian, that's okay. Just point to what you want. read more