It's just a hole in the wall along the south side of the main drag connecting the east and west side of Seneca Lake in the Glen; but you know what they say about big oaks from little acorns. Well, without saying this was the greatest cannoli experience my wife and I ever had, it was fun, rich without being excessively sweet, and thus obscenely delicious and certainly worth the reputation it has earned among the italian pastry crowd. And they even provide different size shells for those who wage a daily war between culinary desire and guilt.
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