An Italian in New York
An Italian in New York
This blog is the journal of a prolonged inexperience. It is the account of an exciting (though not trouble-free) apprenticeship as a New Yorker. Experiencing online house-hunting and graduate school orientation, garrulous waiters and puzzling coupons, this young Italian journalist learns how to become a proactive and slightly aggressive individual, a real New Yorker. What follows are the confessions of a double cheese burger and Taco Bell burrito eater, the story of a newly converted BBQ sauce lover who increasingly tends to enjoy full-blasted air conditioning.

Frank Carbone, 87, one of a vanishing breed of World War II veterans, would like to get a job in the construction sector, where he worked a number of years after the war

A finance yuppy advertises a really cheap room for a lady between 18 and 27 that is fine with walking around the house in her underwear

Looking online for an apartment in New York is not merely a way to find a room with a bed (at least the frame), a window (not just painted on the wall) and hopefully a closet. It...