In 1978, Rosa and Salvatore Ferrara left Calabria, arrived in Brussels with two suitcases, and opened a shop the size of a living room.
They sold what they missed from home: proper bread, cheese that tasted of something, oil that wasn't pale and flavourless. Word got around the neighbourhood, as it does, and the little shop on the corner never really emptied.
Nearly fifty years later it's still the same corner and, mostly, the same idea. Rosa's grandchildren run the slicer now, but the rules haven't changed: buy small, buy honest, and never sell anything you wouldn't put on your own table.
We're not the cheapest shop on the street, and we're fine with that. What you pay for is a bit of care — someone who tasted it first, cut it fresh, and can tell you exactly where it came from.




