The produce section announced the availability of fresh truffles.  The freezer had a great selection of gelatos and sorbets.  The bakery had some pretty nice looking cakes.  But all of this was erased from my memory when I got to the cheese section at the back of the aptly named Formaggio Kitchen.  Cheese is where the heart (and heart trouble!) is.  It was a kind of Cheese Universe contest, only without the Donald.  I blushed and didn’t know where to look with so much milky pulchritude around me.  I finally plucked up my courage and asked for a few nibbles.  Picked up a couple of bottles of good but overpriced wine as a go with.  Luckily Formaggio Kitchen is not in Brookline.  The transactions costs of getting there will protect my waistline.