Heck, that would keep me pretty happy too, especially if it's a Tartufo pizza from Numero 28 in Greenwich Village. I've written about this place before, and each time we go back is a reminder of why we keep going back. Thirty-three inches of truffle oil and mushroomy goodness on a thin, crispy crust. This sucker is huge, but we devour it like a trio of old Chinese ladies at a canned food giveaway in Chinatown. Yum. All the niece can muster at the end of lunch is a nice, subtle "burp." 
Fortunately, we get to walk off our meal with a stroll through the Village, checking out all the cool little shops and the Sunday artisan fair along Christopher Street. That's one of the great things about NYC--randomly running into one of these street fairs where they sell everything from roasted corn on the cob to kitschy t-shirts to handmade wares. Being the consummate teenager that she is, the niece decides to buy this crazy red yarn hat thingy that kinda looks something like a mohawk on fire. Couple that with a stylish poncho we bought her from H&M yesterday and she's got that South American mountain alpaca look down pat. 
Hand her a flute and I think she'll fit right in with the street performers down at the 42nd Street station. Ahh, to be a quirky teenager. I don't understand it... I must be getting old. I guess I should be glad she opts out of buying that big doughnut necklace she saw at Hottie, or that plastic purse shaped like a chicken from Pylonnes... else, she would've gotten that crazy bag lady look down pat. Then we'd really be in trouble.
Whatever the look she's going for, she's walking towards Soho with her fire-hat/poncho outfit and out of the blue blurts out, "I'm so happy..." For a 15-year-old going through the usual teenage girl angst, this speaks volumes. Which, unbeknownst to her, totally makes our day as the wifey is near-blubbering at this point... and I would've gladly bought her that plastic chicken purse. Random Stuff:
Dinner at Yakatori Taisho. Hole in the wall. Grilled stuff on sticks drenched in Teriyaki sauce. Can't go wrong. Avacado salad and spicy tuna. To die for.- Sitting in Times Square at night with the niece, taking in all the bright lights, loud noises, and funky smells. She's loving it, and so are we.
The niece gets her first taste of NY subway drama... being stuck in subway "traffic" for half an hour and homeless guy spitting up blood at the 4th Street station. Unfazed, she enjoys taking the subway. Either she's being a good sport or she's sick in the head. Could go either way.
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Zero G at Times Square
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