Taylor Ham is good, but NY City Road Kill?

There is a world outside of pork roll. I try to go to Paesano's of Mulberry Street in Little Italy every time I go into the City, and I mention Opie and Anthony to get that free glass of "house wine." (read: inexpensive, perhaps even wine-in-a-box?)

The waiters at Paesano's make a middle-aged suburban mom feel like a model on stiletto's in a skin-tight leather mini. I just love having a guy young enough to be my son flirt with me as I guzzle wine-in-a-box out on a sidewalk.

Yeah, we went for it. His tip was shockingly huge, as it should be.

I took some pictures of the religious statues that appear to float over the heads of the throngs. I resisted the temptation to paste dollar bills to them as seems to be the custom among Italian Americans/tourists/and, Hell, I'll do anything not to look l like a tourist, types.

What I really wanted was "meat on a stick" from a scary looking, toothless street vendor. I know I'm playing Russian Roulette every time I eat a meat by a guy nick-named "Wolfgang," wearing greasy gloves with the fingers cut out of them; alas, it is my weakness. Of course dirty-water dogs are a must have, too -- the dirtier the water, the better the flavor. Go figure.

Aaaah, a walking tour of Manhattan: Eat in each neighborhood till you can walk no more. Hail a cab, waddle on in, and nap on the train ride back to the other side of the Hudson.