Feast of San Gennaro 2010
Little Italy's Feast of San Gennaro on Mulberry St. is one of those annual NYC
I like to go on a week night, when it's typically less crowded, and
day, the final night of the summer. I got schooled on braciole (pronounced bra-zhul) and consumed a tasty one, dressed with broccoli rabe and sauteed onions, at Lucy's, where the proprietor kept shouting, "Fredo, you disappoint me, Fredo," while he charred the pork cutlet on the grill.
When a thunderstorm rolled in from the West, we waited it
out under the canopy of a gaming concession, where one of the available prizes was a stuffed Obama doll. Seeking a better shelter, we ended the wet evening at Ferrara, where we splurged on Tiramisu, an assortment of miniature pastries (cannoli, chocolate mignon and a chocolate mousse Dacquoise) and iced cappuccino.
With the storm over, we wandered west across Grand St., eventually making our

