Who could forget on a Summer night such as tonight the smell of Fresh Italian Bread baking in the air from Bonaduce Bakery on Talmadge Ave in the West End of Town. It smelled so good you just had to go over and pick up a hot loaf of Italian bread to bring home to your family just to put some butter on it to watch it melt in. If you were a real Italian born on the other side some Virgin Olive Oil spread on the bread was the ticket. Man to bite into a piece of this bread made you feel like you died and went to heaven! Bonaduce also delivered their fresh Italian Bread door to door every morning in Bound Brook back in the day. Have to admit I learned something back then that today I have no problem with on my own and that is to dunk some fresh Italian Style bread from Mediterraneo Bakery on Union Ave into Olive Oil. Those Italians from the other side who just immigrated over here back in the early 50's really knew what they were doing. They taught this USA born Italian how to eat thats for sure and who knows how to eat better then a Italian?
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Stone I went to school @ St. Josephs with Tommy Bonaduce and my brother "Goob" was in class with Eugene Bonaduce. I can smell that bread right now. Last time I was in N.J I went to Johnny Carino's with my daughter in Piscataway and they serve the Italian bread with a dish of Olive Oil & spices to dip your bread it. "More Bread Please "
Just put some salt in the olive oil and dip away like I learned from my nonno, nonna, mom and dad. You can appreciate the taste of the olive oil and bread better. Add a piece of sharp Aurrichio provolone to go with that, some good homemade wine, a beautiful women sitting across from you, and life is complete!
Ok I will date myself again..We used to stop at Bonaduce's every Sunday after 10:00 mass at St. Joe's and after checking things at Chitch's. My dad would give me 30 cents and tell me to run in..the Italian bread was .26 cents and I got to keep the chage. Had to have a fresh loaf on Sunday afternoon for the macs mom was cooking when we got home.
As a kid my Grandmother seemed to know when Bonaduce was done baking bread. I don't know why but I seem to remember that one of the times was mid-evening, seems like a strange time but I remember being sent  there to buy a fresh hot loaf and bringing it home to have with butter and a cup of coffee. That was good!
Zach, Your grandmother knew like most of us living in the West End because you could smell it in the air. You must of forgotten. Heck I could smell Chitch's Pizza's Aroma from my home also. Actually it was either Chitch's or Bonaduce Bakery that we would smell from our home. DeRosa's Pizzeria was a little further down Talmadge Ave. The Aroma from their pizza didn't make it as far but when you were walking or riding your bike around the Dansaks area of town you couldn't help but smell their Pizza in the air. Â
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Some of the things you mentioned are what made growing up in BB so good. Being able to get around by walking or bike and feeling safe about it. The pizzerias, the bakeries, the ice cream and candy stores and all of the wonderful aromas. You could gain five pounds just by walking through town.
You all can imagine the aroma of pizza when Dad came home at night..sometimes it would wake me up from a deep sllep..lol ..I also remember him going to my BB games at the hS in his whites smelling like Chitch's. I was just thrilled he was there, now my mother on the other hand would not sit to close to him. It was either the pizza smell or his yelling at the refs..not sure which.
Som44, correct me if I'm wrong but didn't your Dad smoke a stogie cigar? Couldn't it have been the cigar that kept your Mom from sitting next to him and not the aroma of the pizza, LOL?
Zach,, No that was my Uncle Nick, my Dad was L&M man. Uncle Nick worked at Reseach Contrel (sp) as a welder but also at Chitch's when he wanted a new toy or needed some money.
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