Pork!, went a voice in my head, quickly followed by Pork! Pork! Pork! OMG Pork! My inner monologue is not particularly eloquent, but it knows what it wants. A bit of nose-following led me to the back counter where Louis DiPalo himself was slicing off a fat hunk of steaming porchetta for a customer. More
I love the sort of Italian sandwiches that feature the meat that's stuffed inside and not much more. At DiPalo Selects, the venerable Italian grocer on the corner of Grand and Mott, they do just that. More
While Kenji's been investigating duck and roast pork in the blocks around our office, I've been a little lazier at lunchtime—just walking the ten paces across the street to Di Palo Selects, one of the city's older and finer Italian markets. (I'm sure I'll move on eventually, but I haven't gotten sick of prosciutto yet!) More
Ever since we moved to our new office, at the border of Chinatown and Soho and what's left of Little Italy, we've become convinced that we are at the center of the Manhattan food universe. Five-for-a-dollar dumplings, fresh mozzarella, Spanish cured meats, fruit markets, $4 lunch specials, cannoli—it's all right here. These are a few of the spaces we've hit up so far; but don't worry, you'll be hearing about many, many more. More
