It turns out that as a child I had once lived in the area for a while, it was a townhouse on Charles street where we lived with my godmother. I asked my brother what he thought would have happened to us if we had stayed and grew up in the area. "We'd probably be selling art on the street," he said, his toothy smile showing he was amused by the idea.
Well, today I had the chance of taking a jaunt down memory lane, this time hitting only the culinary spots of old, icons of New York still standing.
We did stop at Payard on Houston Street where the macaroons arrayed in seductive boxes around the store beckon like sirens in the deep seas. All we bought was a lone almond croissant, but looking at the photographs, regrets are many.
Our first stop was Raffeto's on Hudson Street. Raffeto's is an Italian
fresh pasta shop where you can pick the kind of pasta you want and they
will cut it to your specifications on a one hundred year old pasta
cutting machine. The fourth generation Raffeto, Sarah and her
staff, greeted us with smiles and she was such a joy to meet.
Sarah Raffetto(R) and Ro
The 100 year old pasta cutting machine
This box of ravioli came home with me!
The choices for pasta were dizzying, egg, spinach, mushroom, squid
ink(my favorite but not my husband's), chestnut, on and on. The big
change from years ago was a cold food case on one wall of the place, but
everything else seemed the same.The glass cases for dried pasta still frame the wall behind the counter and look so amazingly vintage and special.
There is a case of a variety of fresh sausages, and jars of various condiments, marmalades and assorted Italian specialty foods but what I really go for there is the fresh pasta. As a single woman in New York City, I'd buy half a pound of egg pasta, go home drop it in a pot of boiling water, drain, sprinkle some cheese, and voila, dinner was ready!
Our next stop was Murrey's Cheese on Bleeker.
Endless display cases of cheese from all over the world, sausages, smoked meats, condiments, dairy, you name it, they have it!
Did I mention bread?
Our last stop was the Puerto Rico importing company on Bleecker. This is
where my coffee used to always come from. As soon as you walk into the store,
the intoxicating aroma of coffee hits your brain and there's no turning
back. Sacks of coffee beans from everywhere in the world beckon and you
must answer the call. I used to always buy the Mocha Java but today I
chose the Indian Monsoon Malabar. Why you might ask? Simply, I was
intrigued by the name.Perhaps soon they'll be another New York City jaunt to the Lower part of Manhattan and another chance to buy those missed macaroons. And yet, who knows, there's so many possibilities in the big city!
Enjoy!
Maria
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