Yesterday, while riding home, I stopped at Addeo’s: one of my “discoveries “ in my new neighborhood.
It’s in the same ZIP code, but some would argue it isn’t really in my neighborhood: It’s on one side of the Fordham campus—in the “Little Italy” of the Bronx—while I live next to the Botanical Garden.
In any event, I first came across it about two weeks ago. I could tell it was an “old school” bakery even before I took my first bite of their wonderful breads. It not only has the look of an old Italian bakery in New York—like the ones I grew up with-it also bakes only breads, biscuits, rolls and cookies. If you want pastries or cakes, you can go to Egidio’s, which is just up the street.
(The difference between those two bakeries is like that between a boulangerie and patisserie.)
Anyway, one thing that really reminded me that I was in the kind of bakery that’s almost impossible to find in New York, or the US, these days is when a woman about my age with what sounded like a Neapolitan accent took the loaf of bread I chose and, before I could finish saying, “no bag,” wrapped and presented it to me:
A loaf of bread, wrapped in paper and tied with string. How much more “old school” can you get than that?
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