Ah, the aroma! You'll think you're in heaven -- or at least Rome. Customers drool in front of the glass-encased lunchmeats, cheeses, salads, and olives, clutching their numbered paper slips and waiting for their turn to tell the nice man in the red polo shirt to please slice their prosciutto thin. Make a quick stop at the bakery counter for bread and tender sweet-sour lemon biscotti. Turn the corner to the grocery shelves, and you'll find coffees, chocolates, wines, oils, and spices. Mama mia! Pavlov would've loved it.