It’s gotten to the point that we’re surprised when a small-time Manhattan institution doesn’t close. The sign on the door of Pasticceria Bruno is a familiar read: the complaint about rising costs, the shout-out to a “community” that hardly exists anymore, and of course, the angry sign-off. Happily, Bruno has another location on La Guardia, so we don’t have to go for the rest of our lives without those fantastic pignoli cookies. But Bruno was one more little bit of the old Village that we now have to watch turn into what? A Chipotle? A microbrewery? Whatever it is, we’re already inclined not to like it.
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