Alright folks, buckle up because today’s adventure was all about hitting up Belmont. Woke up stupid early, threw on my walking shoes, and hopped on the subway. Seriously, that 6 train was packed like sardines, but whatever gets you there, right?
Breakfast Fuel-Up
First mission: coffee and eggs. Wandered into Belmont Eatery the second their doors opened. Got this crazy huge omelet stuffed with peppers and onions – seriously, it hung off the plate. Guy behind the counter yelled “HUNGRY EH?” when he saw me ordering. Coffee? Strong enough to wake the dead, just how I like it.
Morning Exploring
Walked off breakfast checking out the Arthur Avenue Retail Market. Place smells like heaven – all fresh pasta and cheese. Saw this old Italian dude hand-rolling cigars like it’s 1925. Grabbed some cannolis for later (obviously).
- Tried every free sample at the cheese counter – sorry not sorry.
- Got schooled by a butcher explaining dry-aged beef for 20 minutes.
- Bought way too much spicy sopressata because FOMO.
Crossed the street and found Belmont Playground. Actually sat on a bench watching kids scream on swings while I nibbled my cannoli. Felt oddly peaceful.
Lunch Detour Disaster
Thought I’d be smart hitting Tony’s Pizzeria before noon. WRONG. Line was already down the block. Stomach growled loud enough for tourists to stare. Ended up next door at this little panini spot instead. Surprise win – got this insane prosciutto and fig jam sandwich that made me do a happy dance at my tiny table.
Afternoon Culture Shot
Dragged my full belly to the Belmont Gallery of Art. Tiny space but cool local stuff – bunch of paintings of the neighborhood. Loved this huge, messy abstract piece made with tomato sauce (maybe?). Artist saw me staring and went full rant about “urban textures”. Nodded like I understood.
Dinner Home Run
Booked ahead for Roberto’s like a grown-up. Place feels like your Italian grandma’s house if she had white tablecloths. Waiter talked me into the special pasta – hand-cut pappardelle with wild boar ragu. Ate slow to make it last. Left feeling like I needed to be rolled home.
Final Thoughts
Belmont’s got soul, man. Yeah you might wait in lines, yeah old guys will talk your ear off about cured meats, but damn it’s real. My feet are killing me, my wallet’s lighter, and I’ve got enough leftovers for tomorrow. Mission accomplished.
