This place is so small you might miss it walking around the Strip, but the biscotti aroma literally wafts out into the street and pulls you in. I did an immediate about-face after strolling past the door the first time. There are about a jillion varieties of biscotti filling the glass displays and jars all around Enrico's. Hazelnut, chocolate vanilla, orange nutmeg almond, lemon... you name it, they've probably made it.
The one flavor I REALLY wanted though, was the peanut butter bacon biscotti. Alas... it's a dog biscotti. WOMP WOMP. Why is this deliciousness restricted to canines only!? Make a human version; I'll beg and play dead and shake your hand, whatever it takes!