MODICA, SICILY
By Joe Ray
Upon Lexy’s arrival, I looked to convert her as quickly as possible. Either that, or I just didn’t want to eat cannoli alone.
Pierpaolo Ruta, who owns and runs Modica’s venerable Antica Dolceria Bonajuto came out to say hello and had some very good news in the form of a question.
“How did you know to arrive when the cannoli shells are still warm?”
My knees buckled a bit and I put two fingers in the air as the form of an across-the-room order. The shells were, indeed, still warm.
In a form of full disclosure, I know Pierpaolo, who put the cannoli in our hands so I’ll leave any sort of review to Lexy…
… A few nights after visiting Bonajuto, we drove toward Ragusa, the highway crossing a towering bridge with a jaw-dropping view of Modica with its homes and churches clinging to the valley wall. I expected a gasp from Lexy and a nostalgic cry of the city’s name.
Instead, three syllables, the cry of a convert: “Ca-noooo-liiiii!”
Antica Dolceria Bonajuto - MAP
Corso Umberto I, 159
Modica
+39 0932 941225
www.bonajuto.it
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