The Feast Of Little Italy
And feast is certainly no understatement. The Italians here- they can eat! So it was only appropriate that our entire Town Center neighborhood closed down for The Feast of Little Italy this weekend- to appease the appetites and culture of a large Italian population. We could hear the lively sounds, smell the delicious cuisine, and see the carnival rides all from our front porch, so tonight, we made a date and headed down the block for some Italian-inspired fun. We expected a similar turnout as the Jupiter Country Hoedown, but this was no comparison. I didn't think that many people could fit in the streets provided, and maybe that would explain the shoulder-to-shoulder standing area. We eventually pushed our way to the "Chicken Parmigiana" tent, each ordered a plate, and were stunned with the $16 we reluctantly gave away...this had better be the best chicken parmigiana we've ever had, I told Adam. We sat together, ate our surprisingly small portion (an oxymoron maybe...?) of food, and listened to the live "Michael Buble-esque" voice of a small Italian man. Within 7 minutes, we were drenched in a Florida rainshower that brought us scrambling back home to the comfort of our NEW COUCH!
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