I was passing through New York early this morning on my way north, so of course I stopped by La Casa.
While Anna was making my macchiato I noticed some donuts on the counter that looked pretty good, but I wasn’t sure of the filling so I asked if they were chocolate or jelly. She said some were Nutella, some were creme. I said no thanks, I prefer jelly. Anna shot me a look, let me know in no uncertain terms that they were Italian, not American, and told me I should try them. All done politely but in a manner that made things quite clear I had no choice.
That creme was delicious, and my son (who was asleep in the car at the time) enjoyed the Nutella.
Anna knows what she’s talking about.