Drop the Gun; Grab the Cannolis

"Bruno’s closed,” informs my New York hostess, writes a reporter for an article in The Telegraph, India, of all newspapers. “It’s being renovated.”

It’s almost midnight in Manhattan. She is driving her SUV with a bunch of ladies, a couple of them sari-clad, through the streets of New York.We are on the hunt for that perfect cannoli — which means “little tube” in Italy (singular: cannolu in Sicilian). It’s the perfect Italian dessert to end a perfect Italian meal. Not quite the cream roll, these are softer tube shells made of fried pastry dough, with a sweet, creamy, cheesy filling. Bruno the famous patisserie — or pasticceria, in Italian — is near the Village. It’s famous for Italian desserts but for now we have to find another.

And we find one pretty soon. It’s called Rocco and is equally well-known because of its Bleecker Street “Village address”. We are lucky. It’s close to midnight and a fresh bunch of cannoli has arrived! It’s oven-fresh and the cream is oozing out — it’s worth killing for. No wonder the crime rate in New York is so high! One delicious bite and I felt I had died and gone to heaven! Is this the connection between Sicily, the Mafia and good food?

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