Friday night we watched "The Ride," one of our favorite Sopranos episodes, which centers on the Feast of St. Elzear in Newark. Talk about timing. On Saturday Jon and I walked down to the Feast of San Gennaro on Mulberry Street in Little Italy. San Gennaro is the patron saint of Naples, so you know the food is going to be good.
The sights. The sounds. The smells. You can get everything from fried artichokes to fried zeppoles. And everything in between. (Who knew deep-fried Oreos were Italian?)
You can have a sausage, onion, and pepper sandwich and then go for a ride on the Ferris wheel.
Bring on the fried stuff! On the left, a fried softball-sized risotto ball stuffed with ground beef and peas. On the right, fried ravioli filled with ricotta and parsley. (I wonder if Mumma's nonna made food like this.)
Jon helping me out with my ravioli. You can even get healthy, vegetable-rich food at the feast, including fried spinach manicotti filled with ricotta and spinach. (Well...it is green.)
Scene at the feast. On the left, nothing's free, not even the bathrooms. On the bright side, though, you don't need exact change. On the right, so that's how you spell "bra-zhohl."
Surf and turf. On the left, a raw oyster bar. (Eating raw shellfish from a stall on the street? You'd better say a novena.) On the right, yet another stack of sausage and skewered meat.
A day at the feast wouldn't be complete without some zeppoles. And neither would one of these Autumn Saturday posts without a pic of me stuffing my face.