I can’t remember the name of the deli. But you know the one, even if it’s another: the best in New York city, by the slice, a gastronomic phenomenon that could only happen near Manhattan. Preposterously smooth; unapologetically rich; concise in flavor and outsized in scale; invisibly lemon scented New York cheesecake.
Smitten Kitchen sent this one my way, a postcard from the cinematic street-erratic taxicabbed most beautiful city on earth. I heart, and stomach, NY.