It is nothing short of simply uncommon for someone to confuse the wide, towering avenues of Manhattan’s iron grid with Florence, but take one bite of a focaccia sandwich at Sogno Toscano in the West Village and it’s as if you blacked out before stepping foot in Fiumicino customs and appeared at the doorstep of All’antico Vanaio (Florentine sandwich royalty for those unseasoned). Italian servers serve shockingly-foamy espresso drinks to a leather-clad, sunglasses-in-the-winter crowd on Perry Street, a stone’s throw from 7th avenue. The options are vast yet culinary safety can be found in any choice. I opted for the mortadella, mozzarella, and pesto route - which features clearly homemade and acidic pesto that balances the soft, salty, and creamy notes of the sandwich atop notably fresh and liberally-oiled focaccia.
17 Perry St, New York, NY 10014
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