Located just around the corner from the main train station, this place is a must.
Although it was crowded and hot inside, we still managed to get 3 delicious sfogliatelle which had just been taken out of the oven. Man, did they hit the spot. Sfo, Sfo, Sfo good.
I looked like George Costanza at the tennis as I woofed the pastry delight down on the way to the fast train to Roma.
Make sure you go in and pay for your wares and grab a number otherwise you won't get anything. It is a small trap for the not clued up so don't fall for the pitfall.
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