Peter wipes his hands, exits the kitchen, and takes a seat in the morning sun slanting through his deli’s front window. The nice family vibe of the kitchen spills out into Peter’s deli, both now and later in the day when the deli will open. You won’t find anyone but Peter and his wife behind the counter. That, the vibe, and the mutz make the place what it is. A circus of pictures and imported Italian food products surround the handful of wooden tables where Peter is sitting: pasta, polenta, olives, tuna, tomatoes, sodas, crackers, cakes.