My Adventure In Little Italy (Remake)

It's funny how accurate stereotypes can be some times.When you meet someone and a lot of the things you assumed about them based on their appearance are very accurate. This was the case for me when we went on a school trip to New York City and visited Little Italy. As we walked down the narrow car-less street, the amount of stereotypical Italian flying about was almost uncanny. It seemed as if we had hopped right into an old gangster movie, the slang, the accent, and the fashion were all plastered on groups of loud and tan men, all half shouting why their store was better than the one twenty feet to the left. After a few minutes of hunting for a quaint little place to get food, we found a tiny little pizza joint near the edge of the district. The owner had popped out as soon as he noticed hungry tourists out on the sidewalk. He was very insistent that we come in to eat, saying that if we wanted "Real, amazing, Italian cuisine" we should come into his parlor, and if we didn't we should head up the street to "Olive Garden." Being unsure where to go and slightly intimidated we agreed to head in and get some supper. While the man, who we never got the name of, lead us into the restaurant and over to a table he asked us where we were from. Wisconsin we said, and from there the conversation went to cheese and football. It's funny, he had just as many preconceived notions of us as we did of him!