The name conjures up all manner of sensations. Is it Brendini’s down on Fifth where you can get those genuine Italian Pizzas that are nothing like the cardboard cut-outs that you might buy from Dominos? Is it the name of the Italian Restaurant we dined at when we were in Chicago … you know, the one that serves that incredible home-made chilli sauce with their meals.
Perhaps it’s the bookshop in the Village. You know, the one that looks like it was the setting for the corner bookstore in You’ve Got Mail. Whether it’s a pizza parlour, a restaurant or a bookstore the name has class and character and I can smell those pizzas right now and hear the soft rustle of the pages as the browsers leaf through the books.