Little-known fact: Splendora’s is open for breakfast, and if you hustle you’ll get there even before the vats of gelato are set out in the big glass cases. (Why you’d want to? Just ‘cause.) We let our eyes roam over the pastries until they settled on a humble-looking currant scone. It was the round type, buttery and begging for a spot of Darjeeling with which to partner. But given the hour—pre-gelato, that is—we just swilled black coffee between bites of the sweet, rich pastry.
