Me and my NY buddies ate at a delicious little restaurant in Little Italy on our second night. We walked there after checking out the 9-11 Memorial. We asked a police officer how far away it was and he said, "Oh, about 7 blocks." We walked 7 blocks and then asked another person how close we were. "Oh, about 7 blocks." WHAT?!!! My feet were so dog-tired at this point from walking all week!
We finally made it and checked out a few stalls in China Town which is right by Little Italy. Most everything for sale in China Town can be haggled for, but that's hard for me. I love a good deal, but don't want to feel like I'm ripping someone off either! I was so torn. I didn't enjoy that shopping experience so much!
I struggled with what I should order at the restaurant, because it all looked so good. I decided to go with the homemade raviolis and it didn't disappoint. The waiter had a heavy italian accent and I was constantly asking my dinnermates, "What did he say?" They tired of my query because they weren't understanding him any better than I was.
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Hey, come on, with a maiden name like yours, I figured you could understand Italian the best :))
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