You don't have to go to Italy for an Italian experience.
August 9, 2010
I'm Bridget from Tales of Me and the Husband. Upon rereading my blog post title, I chuckle a bit as, for a totally legit Italian experience, naturally Italy is where it's at. However, just 30 quick minutes from my front door, the North End of Boston has some delicious Italian fare: limoncello, antipasta, pastries, and pizza. I'm not making any guarantees here, but if a $1000+ plane ticket is not delighting your pocketbook at the moment (but why wouldn't it really? Money does grow on trees! Especially in this economy!) than perhaps Boston's North End will be your little Italy. And while we don't have the Medicis and the Michelangelos (who needs them, anyway!?), we do have Paul Revere and his midnight ride... oh my!
(But really, North End doesn't stack up to Italy if Italy is what you're really hoping for... so disregard everything I said and go join Jora on her holiday in heaven.)
Crazy fact having nothing to do with Italy and everything to do with the North End: Some North Enders claim that on a very hot day they can smell molasses because in January 1919 a molasses tank burst containing nearly 2,300,000 gallons of molasses. Waves of molasses, between 8 and 15 feet tall, went spilling through the streets, cracks, and crevices of the North End.
Now has THAT happened in Italy?
Posted by jora