A Road Trip through America’s Little Italy Neighborhoods in Boston, Philadelphia, and more
Gravy runs in my veins. Tomato gravy. The kind that starts out at 8 a.m. on a stovetop and is still gently bubbling away come 5 p.m., slippery with fat from meatballs and sausages braised to unparalleled levels of tenderness. I am only half Italian, but it is certainly the…
bubmagFebruary 4, 2026