Sapora Due Cocina Italtiana Upside down and awkward, i peered through my tights-covered legs to ask andrea if she was as excited as i was for chili and peas tonight. Seeing as thats all that remains of this weeks groceries and we are out of town for the weekend,
it made sense to need to empty our stock. Just as enthusiastically as i had said it, she suggested we go out for dinner and thus began the evening. 2 hours later class was over and we ventured down Greenwich Ave. My god New york is beautiful at sunset.
Any place that looked good or caught our eye we checked the prices that were displayed in the window pane. After 3 blocks of mostly bars, little Italy took over and on the corner of 12th, we found the cafe Sapora Due Cocina Italiana. Self set, we sat on the
corner table right on the sidewalk. Behind us a large italian man played the violin and surrounded by mostly couples, i felt like a woman in Italy itself. Stuffed with the perfect sized portion of a magnificent mozerlla and ham sandwich
i just basqued in the sunset and listened to Bella Noche play softly in the background as the sights of the city passed in front of me.
With room to spare, i knew that this dinner would not be over without toping it off with a glass of gelato, italian ice cream. A little peice of heaven itself,
we went to a coffee shop just down the road to sample and later savor the 12 flavors of gelato. May i ask, does life get any sweeter than in the stomach of a food-loving woman in the heart of Greenwich Village?  ¶ 6:37 PM