I had a meeting on Friday that ended early and was asked if I wanted to grab a bite of lunch and if I liked Italian food. I told the person whom I was meeting with that I could gag some down so we walked a couple of blocks to the San Gennaro Festival in Little Italy. This thing is 6 blocks long of food vendors, beer gardens, and seriously it is off the hook and fairly crowded on a Friday afternoon. Below is something that I nipped off the website about the feast day of San Gennaro and what the festival means to Italian New Yorkers.
The 89th Annual Feast of San Gennaro will be held in Little Italy for 11 days from Thursday, September 10, through Sunday, September 20, 2015, on the streets of historic Little Italy, the lower Manhattan neighborhood which served as the first home in America for hundreds of thousands of Italian immigrants who came here seeking to improve their lives beginning in the early part of the 20th century.
Presented annually since 1996 by Figli di San Gennaro, Inc. (Children of San Gennaro), a not-for-profit community organization dedicated to keeping alive the spirit and faith of the early Italian immigrants, this year’s Feast is expected once again to attract more than one-million people from the four corners of the globe to the streets of Little Italy to participate in the annual Salute to the Patron Saint of Naples.
We are walking down the street and I see a familiar sign for an Italian dish that I could only get at the defuct Giovanni’s on Cleveland called Braciole. Beef Braciole is a stuffed with cheese, herbs, Italian flat leaf parsley and normally is cooked in a red sauce or baked. I ordered one from a vendor and get a sandwich with peppers and onions and a braciole roll. This was not the version that I was used to but I say what the hell and bite into it and get another surprise. Not only did they grill the sucker as compared to the baked version that I was used to but it was a pork cutlet rather than beef. Not bad if you ask me. After eating in the street we said our good bye’s but I stuck around and snapped some pictures.
Sadly Little Italy is getting squeezed out by Chinatown but God Bless them, they are still there!
Who doesn’t love a good Gelato?
And to think that I walked the entire festival and didn’t miss not having a Pronto Pup.