A friend with slight chowhound tendencies recently took me to her favorite italian cookie outlet in Hartford... which no longer exists. I vowed to find equivalent cookies for her somewhere within a hour's drive of Boston.
I don't mean those little puffy pastel chemical-tasting
bits of margarine shortbread you can get at any Boston area bakery - I mean the REAL stuff. Those lovely small pastries filled with nuts and figs... the macaroons overwhelmed by toasted almonds... ah, bliss.