We had walked and successfully shopped our way through Nolita and Soho and by late afternoon had arrived at 21 Bedford St. (in the west village). At an empty table further along a row of empty tables pressed up against one wall in this intimate space we ordered two glasses of Prosecco and each our own panino sandwich. One with fennel & gruyere, and one with grilled vegetables and goat cheese. It was so deliriously delightful. We tasted olives and reviewed the spoils of our day, the sun outside was parallel with the ground, and a breeze was cooling off the warm summer air. The place was so friendly, and the food was great. A very romantic spot.