My dad used to make fun of me for mixing cultures in the kitchen like when I had Genoa salami and sliced cornichons with Dijon mustard on a bagel from Zabars. I never saw anything strange about it. That in mind, thanks to the wonderful food blog Three to One, check out this good combination:

There are few things in this world that I love more than quality prosciutto and a good croissant is something to savor.  Yes, please.

From Mario Batali and his partner, Joe Bastianich, comes Eataly, a huge-new Italian Market down on 23rd street. It opened last week. My aunt and uncle went down on Friday. She sent me this e-mail after they arrived: “It looks good, maybe, but you’ve never seen so many people in your life; worse than Times Square on New Year’s Eve. Judgment reserved. Off to eat somewhere else.”