Federal Hill, Providence.
I had heard of it before. I never ate there until lunch today.
Not my photo, shamelessly stolen from the 'net:
As I'm eating calamari to die for, I'm reading the signs on the poultry store across the courtyard. They offered items like quail eggs, rabbit, and pick your own live chicken.
Walked through one delicatessen before we left with a simply amazing selection of meats, cheeses, and bakery breads. 40 minutes from my house...this is the real.good.stuff.
On a related note, I will at some point in my life own a suit from Marc Allen, the successor to Briggs in Providence.
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