We emerged from Chinatown into Little Italy to be greeted by a homeless man defecating into a sewer and making good use of the daily newspaper. This was set against a backdrop of smells like seafood, basil and coffee and Italian men promising authenticity. After what we had saw just a few minutes prior we needed a drink and to catch our wits. We took a seat outside at the Trattoria Pinocchio. I ordered a glass of spumante, of course, and sat in the sun.
|The Bar at Trattoria Pinocchio|