Last Saturday evening, as I was strolling along Elizabeth Street in downtown Manhattan after a lovely dinner at the Musket Room
, I stumbled upon a sliver of a storefront housing my new sweet treat of choice. Italian gelato by way of Brazil: meet the scrumptious AB Biagi
Antonio Barros Biagi, who grew up in the Brazilian countryside, opened this citrus-hued gelateria and espresso bar last week and furnished it with personal knickknacks and family photos to give it a warm, welcoming feel. Drawings by Federico Fellini and decorative plates by Brazilian designer Brunno Jahara share the space with a 70-year-old picture of Biagi's grandmother at age 20. A beautiful wooden tea trolley from Marcenaria Baraúna (which Biagi brought with him on the plane)
is propped perfectly with café accoutrements: a pitcher of water, sugar, silver teaspoons laid out just so.
And the gelato? Pricey, yes, but well worth the cost. My chef husband, perhaps the pickiest (read: annoying to go out to dinner with) unpaid food critic in the world, gave the superlative pistachio two thumbs up. AB Biagi, I'll be back.(Photos by Daniele Teodoro)