While it’s been a great 18 months battling tourists to get to my front door, rejecting the same restaurant hecklers each evening and hearing bar crowds just hours before my 7 a.m. shift, today I moved out of Little Italy.
Little Italy was my first home in the city, and it was actually a great neighbourhood to move to – handily near SoHo, work, the Lower East Side and right on the cusp of Chinatown.
But today, with the help of a Man With A Van, I headed 13 blocks north and moved in with my new roommates, Vidhya and Rui. This neighbourhood seems a cracker too, and I can’t wait to check out all the activities/bars/restaurants nearby.
The only regret about leaving is that I never did figure out which of the 15 restaurants with a ‘World’s Best Cannoli’ sign was actually telling the truth.
Arrivederci Little Italy!