You don’t have to search high and low, or even anywhere at all to come home from NYC feeling like you’ve left a culinary mecca behind.

We took the subway to Brooklyn for Montreal-style smoked meat sandwiches. The café was the size of two closets, with funky bowling alley lanes repurposed for the counter tops.

I drank prosecco (a bit of a theme for our trip) and white tuna salad with our sandwiches.

It was awesome. And I have to tell you that most of the eateries are like this. Tiny venues with big heart. I wish we’d had a chance to explore them all.