I love Little Italy. There, I said it. I love every inch of tourist-trafficked Mulberry Street. I love this dog that I sometimes see enjoying a meal in Little Italy with his owner. Ok, not so much on a summer Saturday when throngs of people clog the sidewalks. In the winter, Little Italy can be downright enchanting, especially dressed for the holidays.
I love Angelo's on Mulberry Street for a more upscale Little Italy dining experience, but I also love Puglia (which surprisingly has the best Caesar salad I've had in New York), especially when the long tables are packed with people and whatever musician is playing "That's Amore" gets people dancing.