When I think about Providence, some of the many things I think about are all things Italian. I think about all the varying opinions on where to go for the best Linguine alle Vongole, or this month, where to get the best zeppole on March 19, St. Joseph’s Day. Passions ignite and tempers flare as family members hotly debate which old-school bakery has the best zeppole.
When my family first moved to Rhode Island, my mother worked off of Federal Hill and every year she would bring home zeppole from Scialo Bros. Bakery. It is with warm memories that every year I patiently wait in a long line – usually out the door – for my turn to order either the baked or fried version – or both... usually both. Maybe it’s because I stuff my face so hard with these every year that once a year is enough – and that time is just around the corner.