Feast of San Genarro 2012 Little Italy
This Sunday
I went to my first Feast of San Gennaro, on Mulberry Street, Little Italy, NYC
with Mrs. Cranky, and her sister Mary Ann and BIL Mike, or the “Crank-in-laws.”
The first
thing that hits you on Mulberry Street is the crowd. There is much bumping and twisting, but no
pushing and shoving. Everyone is in a
good mood. I think the good mood is a
result of the unbelievable intoxicating smells of great food which changes at
every step.
I guess that’s why it is called a feast.
I guess that’s why it is called a feast.
Mr. Crank-in-law
We had
reservation for a late lunch at Il Cortile.
The testosterone challenged crank-in-law made these reservations and she
caught a lot of flak because of it.
“Why would
we eat at a restaurant when all of Little Italy is selling some of the best
street food in the world?”
As an aside: In Little
Italy sausage is called “sauseege,” mozzarella is “mutz,” manicotti is
“managut,”and calamari is“gallamar.” Don’t ask!
As it turned out, lunch at the restaurant
was an excellent get-a-way from the hustle and bustle of the street and the
food was fantastic (there are NO bad
restaurants in Little Italy) so Mrs. Crank-in-law was exonerated.
Thanks, Mary Ann!
After lunch
we took in the sites and sampled some more food.
This cannoli was a bit much:
Mrs. Cranky and Cannoli Man
Did he just say "Eat me?"*
Did he just say "Eat me?"*
We bought cigars
And Hats
Horrible Pic of Mrs. Crank-in-law
(sorry MA)
Better pic of Mary Ann
We gave a dollar and won a prayer
And we harassed a celebrity
“Who’s the Boss?”
Mr. Crank-in-law accosts an
unbelievably affable Tony Danza
All in all
it was a terrific day.
On the way home,
just before the Holland Tunnel we spied someone selling tee shirts with the
ultimate NYC- Little Italy attitude:
“FUCK YOU
YOU FUCKING
FUCK”
I love New
York!
*"Sex in the city" reference.
*"Sex in the city" reference.




