Wednesday’s posts are turning into food related extravaganzas.  I like it.  A Saturday was always incomplete without someone eating Parisi Deli (209 Elizabeth Street). The amazing bread, thick and generous cuts of meats and cheeses.  The main figure and family legacy, Joe tells jokes to the older Italian women while everyone laughs, the firemen come over in the morning and if you don’t arrive by 2 o’clock the bread is probably already gone.

Read an earlier post mentioning Parisi + Lunch spots here. And if you are still hungry, check out my Dinner scene.