Borgattis Ravioli and Egg Noodles. circa 1947
It takes a village, in this case a neighborhood, to accomplish this type of project. Belmont-born Betty-Ann Iannaccio and Paul Bloom provided my introduction to David Greco of Mikes Deli, whose devotion to the neighborhood and its future is extraordinary. Over the course of the past year and a half David encouraged and cajoled even did some food styling and gave me personal introductions to his fellow shop and restaurant owners. Among the many who warmly embraced my efforts and generously shared their personal histories and recipes were Laurence Addeo (Junior and Senior), Anthony Artuso Qunior and Senior), Sal Biancardi, Chris and Mario Borgatti, Mike Rella, Peter Servedio, Frank Randazzo, Charlie Lalima, Peter DeLuca, and Roberto Paciullo. This is their book. Special thanks as well to Arthur Avenue native Frank Franz of the Belmont Small Business Association and the staff of the Enrico Fermi Cultural Center.
Many thanks to my agent, John Michel, for his wisdom and well-timed cheerleading techniques, to Katherine Constable for bolstering my spirits and tirelessly transcribing, to Leslie Orlandini for her expert baking and recipe tweaking, and to Shirley Fan, Simon Constable, and Lindley Kirksey for their enthusiastic testing and tasting. Thanks also to Georgia Downard for her mentorship.
Judith Regans great vision made The Arthur Avenue Cookbook a reality. It was a gift to write this book and to get to know these wonderful families. I am grateful to her for the opportunity to work on a project that has such meaning to me and that touches so many lives. Many thanks as well to my editor, Aliza Fogelson, for her unwavering support (in the face of an extremely complex manuscript delivery), and her thoughtful direction throughout the duration of the project.
Finally, to the ever-patient and marvelously talented Vegar Abelsnes, whose beautiful, dignified photographs capture Arthur Avenue in ways words and recipes alone could not accomplish. Thank you for your friendship and partnership.
Arthur Avenue is indisputably Italian, and indisputably American. Whenever I visit, Im struck by the fact that its a little out of kilter with the rest of New York City which is one of the reasons I like to go there. Arthur Avenue still has a very live and living Italian street market just like youd find in many regular medium-sized cities in Italy. The food merchants line several blocks, and theres a sense of community and a sense of favoritism; every grandma has her favorite place to get her meat and her artichokes.
Part of the romance of Arthur Avenue, which this book captures so well, is that it is timeless and touched by the immigrants who first settled there, and at the same time modern. We filmed several episodes of Ciao America up on Arthur Avenue last summer, and I remember thinking after the second visit that it was like a little neighborhood in Naples: Every caf owner, every cop, every fireman, every person on the street knows each other, and they all say hello to you and everyone wants to have a coffee with you and welcome you. Now, its not only the grandmas who shop on Arthur Avenue its their sons and daughters and grandchildren, and everyones cooking, and Arthur Avenue is still a very vibrant part of the Italian culture. And while the neighborhood has (refreshingly) not changed very much over the ten years Ive been going there and apparently, the decades before that it has begun to draw in a wider circle, including the yuppie foodies and tourists and others who visit looking for an authentic and realistic experience. Magically, these new visitors havent changed the timbre of the place or the tone of the people or the way stores operate. Arthur Avenue is still geared toward the Italian locals, still has the mom and pop shops that could make more money if they stayed open longer or if they wanted to be more aggressive about advertising. Instead, the people of Arthur Avenue are happy to continue to sell their fresh pasta and their deli products as they always have. They preserve a sense of old Italian charm that way. Biancardis Meats is wonderful, and David Greco of Mikes Deli is a relic who is individually responsible for maintaining and promoting a lot of the character of the neighborhood. When Im going to make a special Italian meal for my family, I shop on Arthur Avenue.
Theres no longer a need to worry about time changing Arthur Avenue, and no need to miss out on it for those who live far from New York. The Arthur Avenue Cookbook beautifully preserves an intact Italian experience that has yet to lose its tanginess, its particular flavor that makes it feel really familial, really familiar, and really expressive of the Italian spirit.
Mario Batali April 2004
Intoxicating aromas flow from the transom windows
of Addeo Bakers, shoppers pause at Randazzo's oyster cart
for a quick dozen, Joe Liberatore tenderly handles a small pot of basil
at the entrance to the indoor market, and from behind his deli counter Mike
Greco greets the ladies with a mischievous wink while belting out an aria.
On Arthur Avenue, the Little Italy of the Bronx, these are everyday sights and sounds and smells, versions of which have been played out daily on these streets for almost a hundred years. Its an enigma; it is without a doubt an enigma! exclaims Sal Biancardi of Biancardi Meats. Ive said this before and I say I defy anyone to find this number of businesses concentrated within a three-block area that are still run by the same families that ran them sixty years ago. We havent really lost any big names. They stood the test of time. Not an easy thing to do to pass businesses from generation to generation. Especially these kinds of businesses in todays day and age.