By Leslie Brody
My late husband Elliot used to rhapsodize about childhood visits with his grandmother to Bronx's Arthur Avenue, where they would eat, shop and eat some more. We never had a chance to go there together before he died of cancer seven years ago.
After getting married again this summer, I heard my new husband's cousin, Nils Vigeland, raving about the borough's version of Little Italy as well. For 25 years, often a few times a week, he has driven 15 minutes from his Yonkers home to stock up on groceries there and schmooze with the shopkeepers.
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