Manhattan may be the spot for hosts with the most which was where Mr. Two and I were for a performance last week. But if you want good bread, you'll be heading North to The Bronx. Right across the street from a cement plant with very friendly workers is
Il Forno, which quite possibly produces the most wonderful bread in North America. The inside is soft, but not too soft and the crust is crisp but not hard. It tastes like the bread the old-country-grandma-you-never-had would have made if she existed. SO so so so SO GOOD. After we were done there, we went to
The Cloisters, The Metropolitan Museum of Art's castle-like outpost for medieval art in Inwood, right at the tip of Manhattan. We also got to see Three, Four, and Brother S, but I was out of batteries!
