These Hidden Gems In Little Italy Are Definitely Not Tourist Traps

Ragazzi a Tutti

When you know, you know, and we know you know Little Italy isn’t only for dumb tourists. That’s why we don’t even want to tell you about Ragazzi, one of Little Italy’s last remaining authentic osterias. When the tuxedoed man on the sidewalk grabs your forearm and yells “TABLE FOR TWO, PLEASE ENJOY, BEST IN LITTLE ITALY, SIT, SIT!” kindly accept his offer (it’s the local custom) and get ready for a real deal Italian meal.

Più

Nobody – and we mean nobody – knows about Più. This pint-sized Mott Street ristorante has been closed for thirty years, but the kitchen’s fully stocked and there’s still a full waitstaff on the payroll. Snag a table at the back and settle in for a culinary trip to the Umbrian countryside, because when you think Più, you think three words: authentic Italian French fries. Bon appetito!

Contorni e Basta (above Giacomo’s)

Close your eyes and say “ciao bella,” because this menu is filled with beautiful stock images of Italian classics. At the end of the giorno, there’s nothing more Italian than German, which is how you know Contorni e Basta is the real deal: the menu is in English and Deutsche, with a separate menu available in Mandarin with even bigger pictures. Don’t miss the Cantonese-style wienerschnitzel, and make sure to ask for the high-sodium soy sauce, because you’re in Italy, baby!

Tapas of Spain

Just off Mulberry Street is Little Italy’s best-kept secret, where the food literally screams Europe and the waiters don’t speak a word of English. That’s right, this textbook trattoria serves the only true Italian food: Spanish food. Sink your teeth into the patatas bravas and let Tapas of Spain transport you to the Grand Canal while the unwashed masses gorge themselves on zuppa di pesce and carciofi alla giudeca like a bunch of idioti.

McDonald’s

Se stai cercando un vero ristorante italiano, non cercare oltre: McDonald’s è la risposta a tutte le tue preghiere. Come lo sappiamo? Perché fanno il miglior cheeseburger nella Piccola Italia! Lattuga, pomodoro e maionese? A me sembra la bandiera italiana, Mario, quindi scava e dimentica tutte quelle trappole per turisti, perché l’hai fatto: sei in Italia. Ba da ba ba ba, lo adori. Benvenuto a casa.