Something that's missing from the retail experience, something you never notice till you sense it once again, is aroma. Gallo Nero smells so adorable, it smells like a local Italian Deli should. It smells of all those wonderful delis you've stumbled across on lost afternoons, when the museum was closed or the beach was overcast. It smells of Santa Margarita.
Every inch of this tiny store is covered with produce and product. Panettone hangs from the ceiling, hams are draped across the counter, fresh pesto, Neopolitan sausages, incredible Marine Ice Creams and intelligent advice; everything you'll need for a feast.
Pop in and say hello, the service is always wonderful.
Just don't get caught with your eyes closed, your nostrils flared and a smile on your face - it's considered odd in this part of the world.
