Don't get me wrong – no one can replace New York Italians in my heart.The ones on Arthur Ave. who sell olive bread and sliced prosciutto. Huge toasted paninis and hot slices. But here in London there are Italians straight from Italy – the first generation immigrants that most NYC shops have grown out of. Just like in the Bronx, they're accompanied by Eastern Europeans in droves, who smile while they sell salami and the brightest green pesto. The Da Mario deli in Highbury Barn is a ray of sunshine in my grocery shopping life here in gray London. Not only do they have fresh pasta (they say it's delivered from Italy) and a huge selection of meats – they also have good bagels, which have rendered any diet attempts useless.