Walk through the doors of the Piccolo Deli and you feel like you’ve been transported to Italy. The unbelievable aroma of cheeses and sauce cooking, and the conversation and laughter that is part of the service…well, it’s a happy place that brings back some of my own childhood, having grown up in an Italian town on Long Island. So the aroma, to me, is like a trigger to want to eat all the imported and homemade foods that Piccolo Deli offers, including homemade sausage ( be still my heart ) lasagna, freshly-baked bread and everything I can possibly get into a bag. Your senses are completely taken over and you’re in an Italian trance. So I might be making a few questionable decisions on what to buy and what to eat to get my Italian “fix” on. Just don’t tell my cardiologist you saw me here!