Jewish Bakery

This afternoon, Ilana and I decided to try and find this Jewish bakery in the Ghetto that her mom had told her about. We had the name, pasticceria ebraica "Il Boccione", the street name, and Ilana knew what the outside looked like. Still, I was unsure how easy it would be for us to find. I think someone upstairs wanted us to find it because the first street we walked down led us right to it.

Outside the shop in the street, it seemed like the whole neighborhood was gathered for lunch time. The entire area was full of life. There was also more Kosher restaurants than I am even used to seeing in the States in one area.

When we walked into the bakery, whose name in English means Jewish confectionery, my sense of smell immediately heightened. The sweet smell of sugar and cake batter coming from the kitchen was enough to make me want to sample a little of everything. Which isn't too difficult because the shop only sells about eight different items.

I tried a piece of chocolate cake. It is different from a normal cake, though, because all of the icing and chocolate was hidden inside a protective layer of cake. As soon as I got home I took a bite and was in heaven. It was incredibly sweet and different from any other cake that I have tried before.