Yummy West Village Botticelli

Oh yes, it's art all right.Eatable art.At Sant Umbroeus again.But this time in West Village.
M.has been wanting to check out a new neighborhood for a while.I made him drive, since last time we walked to SOHO,in SOHO and back from SOHO, we could barely move our limbs on the sofa.I regretted that decision fast, since the New York traffic ain't fun, even on Sunday.It's not the traffic, it's the drivers. Cab drivers, which compose 90 percent of all the driving force, are the worst offenders.They behave like they own the road.
We lucked out in parking-right on the Sant Umbroeus' street. By pure chance. I craved one of those real, creamy, foamy Italian cappuccinos before we set of to explore the area. Again, reconfirmed, it's all up to the barista. The Cs were good, better than Starbucks of course, but not as good as the Southampton ones. So, to make up for the experience, I ordered one of the devils lurking from the glace window.
"What is that flower-like thing over there," I asked the waiter, while drooling. "You mean Botticelli? Yes, that's Botticelli. Chocolate mousse." Well, you know how artistic I am!
B. was everything we hoped for-chocolate mousse cake with a cookie bottom. It was almost too beautiful to eat. Almost!
Sugar-rushed, we went on to explore the world of the West Village.It has a Georgetown feel to it, only dirtier and less rich. Younger crowds too.
We stumbled upon an inviting cheese shop, tasted some, bought some Manciego with olive oil and some Laboratorio del gelato gelato. The gelato made us leave sooner than we probably would have, but we still got a pretty good feel of the neighborhood. It's different than Midtown-different restaurants, shops, even people.
Oh, one more thing-the gelato has too many walnuts.