My Adventure In Little Italy

We went to little Italy and Chinatown as a group on the third day of our trip to New York
City. We were going there to allow us students a chance to explore the historic streets, do some
shopping, and most importantly to get some dinner before our trip to the top of the rock
conservatory. After we got off the bus and out onto a crowded sidewalk that smelled of fish it was time to divide up into groups as we weren't allowed to walk around alone. The group I usually hung out with wanted to go to Chinatown, which I was against as I don’t enjoy Chinese food and it seemed
like most of the options were either rice or weird fish, so I went with another group of my friends
that happened to consist of most of the vegan and vegetarians on the trip. Thankfully for me we
decided to go into little Italy, Italian is my favorite genre of food. My group somehow ended up
with both Mrs. Heinemen and Mr. Davick, the two teachers that were on the trip with us. This
was lucky for me though, as we ended splitting up again so me, my Friend Nick, and Mr. Davick
could get super greasy pizza, while the others went to look for a cheese-less option for my
friend Casandra who is dairy intolerant. Nick, Davick, and I were loudly ushered into a pizza
joint by an over-the-top stereotypical Italian man. There we ordered two Pizza’s. One cheese for
me and a meat lovers for the other two to share. I also had a gelato milkshake, which tasted
heavenly and is the best I have ever had. We were the only patrons of the place at the time so
the owner/host spent some time talking to us. He asked where we were from, and once he
discovered we were from Wisconsin the conversation went to solely covering cheese and Football,
a problem we had run into repeatedly through out our trip.
After we ate, we headed out to do some shopping. Mr. Davick wanted to meet up with his
son Soren and some of his friends to get some Cannoli, which we were fine with. We met them at a little bakery across the street where I ate even more and got to use an ATM for the first time. As we stood around outside the bakery we all admired the impressive street art that stretched up the side of almost every building in the area. The smell of the street and all of the restaurants was of pasta and food and was actually pretty enjoyable compared to the normal smell of New York. While we were outside eating our pastries the other group I usually hang out with came by so Nick and I headed out with them. They had gotten some Boba Smoothies, smoothies with big tapioca balls in them, in Chinatown but didn't really enjoy them so I got to suck away at those as well. After we looked around at some of the street vendors offering over priced t shirts and rip-off watches, it was time to head out. In total Little Italy was one of my favorite stops in New York, and I can see myself visiting there again.