I had been to Tuttabella only recently but I think it is a great restaurant you should try.
I have only gone to Tuttabella Trattoria for dinner, which is what I am going to review, but there is a lunch menu, a party menu, and a catering menu as well. One thing I don’t like is that the menus are written in Italian. The restaurant serves you water and bread first with olive oil first, then the waiters will give you your menus you can order appetizers like Shrimp Cocktail and Clams Casino (baked little neck clams with bacon, roasted pepper, and capers). The main course consists of soup, salad, pasta, chicken, veals, seafood, meat, and sides. I really liked the Ravioli al Pomodoro (cheese ravioli in a fresh tomato sauce). There is dessert as well, however, it is not written on the menu. The waiter will also give you with a list of that day’s specials, and you are able to order special plates for your allergies or special diets. Tuttabella is also fairly priced, it isn’t too expensive but the food is still great.
The waiters and waitresses are very nice, they are all dressed nicely and alike. Sometimes they even interact with their guests! There usually isn’t too much waiting needed but it depends on when you come to the restaurant. The ambiance isn’t too dark, but it isn’t very bright and the whole restaurant is lit by candlelight. The restaurant is Italian so the decor is Italian as well, there are even pictures of Italy in the past on the walls. The restaurant doesn’t have any rules about loudness but somehow it is just naturally quiet.
Overall, I really like Tuttabella Trattoria and would like to go again. The food is Italian but I think most people would like it. I would give it 4.5 stars.
Hi guys! Today I’m going to be posting about my Capstone! Capstone is basically an independent, end-of-the-year research project. And I will be telling you about how I chose, my topic.
Our Capstone topic was due tomorrow, and I had no idea what I was going to do. I needed a topic that I liked, is interesting, and researchable. I was panicking, what if I couldn’t find a topic? I thought about the time when I had found a good research topic on the internet, so I decided to surf the web.
In the end, after lots of searching, trial and error, and panicking, I found my topic. After looking through YouTube, I saw a video about how video games can be good for you, and I thought it would be a cool topic to study. I was a gamer, so I’ve listened to my parents telling me about why video games are bad for you for a long time. Learning about the good sides of gaming sounded very interesting, and I’m sure lots of kids will agree with me.
The next day, I proposed my idea to my teacher, Mr. Besancon, and it was approved. The Capstone museum is coming in less than 2 weeks, and I can’t wait for everyone to see my project! I really like my topic, and I hope everyone else will too.
This is the story of an immigrant named Zulmira. She is a normal mother, wife, and friend. But what sets her apart is that she is an immigrant from Brazil. No, she wasn’t fleeing her country. Nor did she experience any exciting things in her journey to America. But Zulmira had to do something very brave that all immigrants needed to do: assimilate. Now, let’s hear her story in a short podcast call “New Generation.”
(Part of a 5B Immigrant Voices)
By Helen He
Anjali: Immigration is talked about on the news almost everyday, though pretty much the only things they talk about are undocumented immigrants or illegal immigrants and how they are untrustworthy and taking American’s jobs. That could be true for some immigrants, but we shouldn’t just generalize all immigrants are bad. America is made by immigrants and their children. They immigrated to create a better future for themselves and their families. Though something we never really hear about is how those immigrants have to overcome the many difficulties in order to have a stable life in America. Immigrating is much harder than you would expect. All the arrangements and preparations. Having to leave your family and prized possessions. Then when you finally arrive at America, having to settle down and blend in. Today, we are going to hear about a Brazilian immigrant and how she worked through those obstacles. Here is Helen with the story.
Helen: Thank you Anjali. Zulmira, a mom and wife, didn’t really come to America for safety, freedom, or things like that. Actually, it was just her job. Yes, there are many advantages to living in America, but if she didn’t receive the proposal, she probably would’ve stayed in Brazil. But coming here had advantages, and it was quite an experience with many ups and downs.
Zulmira:I decide to leave because I received a very good, uh, professional propose and I thought also that will be good also to provide to my daughter an experience to live abroad and also to have a different education. And those are the main reasons should be here.
Helen: There was nothing wrong with her life in Brazil. In fact, Zulmira likes Brazil and is fine with her life there.
Zulmira:Uh, my life in Brazil was pretty good, so I had a lot of friends around, and actually I was born there so it was my country. So it was pretty interesting, I grow up there and I had my daughter there. And it’s a great country as well.
Helen: But because of the proposal, the family packed up and waved goodbye.
Zulmira:I would say that my whole family’s there, so it was very hard to left them in another country and see them just once a year.
Helen: Though the process of coming to America was hard and difficult.
Zulmira: Uh, the process was so heavy and I had to take more than 20 interviews to be here. And uh, very professional people and immigration process. And since I was transferred due to the professional excuse, I need to provide to them many many reasons why they need to choose me and not an American person.
Helen: Settling down, getting to know everything, and blending in was harder.
Zulmira:I would say that the disadvantage is that you never know nothing about the new country, and you should learn in the real life. So even to buy a, box of milk, is heavy in the beginning of the, you know, all of this, transition because we are not familiar with the local culture and all of this thing.
Helen: Of course, blending in wasn’t their first concern. Once the family arrived, they busied themselves by settling down, which isn’t always a piece of cake.
Zulmira: So, my concern was to set up all of my family. And uh, schools and uh, a job for my husband. And, uh, it was a challenge but we all see this is a great opportunity.
Helen: After they settled down, they began to try to blend in. Trying to learn the “American ways.” That was not simple. There were many things that made them stand out, and made them seem different. Language, for example, is always something that sets immigrants apart from natives.
Zulmira: So, I think language is, uh, always a challenge for somebody that just came from another country. Sometimes you don’t know exactly that word, and then your mind just stop. You need to figure out how can you move forward. And I think language is always a challenge for everybody. And, uh, if I can say that the worst experience is related to this.
Helen: Despite the challenges, time passed and Zulmira and her family have settled down and are very happy and grateful to finally be living in America.
Zulmira: I’m, I’m very glad to be here and the American people are very welcome, at least with me and my family.
Helen: People have very different opinions on immigration. But in today’s news, people mostly talk about the problem of “too many immigrants” or “illegal immigration.” There are rarely immigration stories that talk about the difficulties of assimilation, even though it is one of the most important things immigrants need to do. And Zulmira, like all the other immigrants, had to overcome that problem. In the end, through all the ups and downs, Zulmira was happy with the set of circumstances that brought her to America.
Zulmira: And I think, uh, the whole thing about immigration, I think, happened in the past. I think now we really are in new, a “new generation.”
Hi peeps! So every year, the 5th graders from my school do a 3 day all sports-and-other-fun-stuff “streak.” That is called the Winter Games. Now I’m not going into the history or details. But basically, it’s where we play sports all day long and cheer for your team. The teams are North, East, South, and West, I am in East. So we will earn points while we play, and whichever team has the most points on the last day wins! Guess who won, East! Go East!
Anyway, one of my favorite moments of the Winter Games is definitely when we where playing the actual sports. Like jump rope, for example. I didn’t make it on the “leader board” but East still got first. But I really like that moment because it was so much fun. I wrote it as a small vignette, here it is, enjoy and tell me how it was in the comments:
The whistle blew. My arms and feet reacted before my brain could and I started to bounced up and down rhythmically. Snap, snap, snap. I kept going, feeling all my energy fill into mostly my arms. Snap, snap, snap. I was smiling. I like jump roping, and exercise always made me happy. Snap, snap, snap. But after minute, I began to feel sore numbness invade my arms and wrists. No! I thought, give me another half a minuet! But the soreness continued growing until I thought I couldn’t swing anymore. “10 seconds!” The coach called. It’s almost over, I thought, this is once in a lifetime, make the best of it. So I managed one last burst of energy. Snap, snap, snap, and the whistle blew. Sure, I didn’t make it on the leader board. But I was still very proud. “And Helen with 153 jumps!”
Hey guys! Yesterday, me and my class went to Ellis Island. It was pretty cold, but I loved it(especially since we got to ride a coach bus there). While we were there, we took notes on immigration and Ellis Island but we also wrote six word stories. If you don’t know what a six word story is, it is pretty much 6 words that tell a story. Ernest Hemingway created the first one: “For sale: Baby shoes, never wore.” I wrote some too! Here are 4:
Seperation? Oh I don’t think so .
In the darkness, there are candles.
My home, safe in my luggage.
Married a stranger just to leave.
My favorite was the second six word story but I really like the picture for the first one. Comment down bellow and tell me which one was your favorite!
I was silent on the car ride home. My hands still felt shaky, even though they rested by the window. Large raindrops thumped against it, while I wiped away the steam forming from my breaths. I looked back at the piano school in the distance, now blending in with the gray, cloudy
Just a few minutes ago: I tapped my knee, clearly feeling the nervousness creeping up into my stomach. This audition was not what I’d wanted for a Saturday morning. I slumped down even more in my chair, making me look a lot smaller. My heart was pounding, my stomach was swirling, and I was going to crack from the stress. The stress of me, messing up again. I clenched the plastic white chair, acting like it was a stress ball. My knuckles turned white, then purplish. I flashed to when I had my first informal, how I froze up in the middle of the song and restarted. I could still remember when my face burned under everyone’s stare. Then the teacher called my name.
I flinched when I heard my name, my hands slipping from their grasps. It took me a few seconds to understand the situation. When I did I began to panic, to freak out, but I restrained myself, forcing for control. “Have fun.” My mom said as she smiled.
Yeah, “fun”, I wanted to say, but I managed my best fake smile and walked into the audition room.
The arrangement of the room just made my worries worse. My fingers were numb, my heart was going to burst, and I felt sick to the core. Then I remembered after the informal, we had cookies and apple juice, and everybody was smiling in relief. Good times, those were. So, not completely, but relaxed enough, I went and sat down at the piano, waiting of my cue.
So this is the true story of my very first audition(and as you may know, I play the piano). I hope you enjoyed my first personal narrative, there may be more coming. Feel free to comment(but please be nice)!
In school, we are trying to to filter some “mystery water” with filters we created ourselves. We needed to attempt to clean the water as much as possible so it is good enough to drink. We found that sand could improve the clearness of the water. And the coffee filters could reduce the number of particles in the water. For my group’s filter, we used 10 ripped up cotton balls, folded cheese cloth, and half a cup of sand. It was the best idea we could’ve come up with at the moment. We got a total score of 7/4, the less points the better. And it took 42 seconds for our filter to clean a quarter of a cup, witch isn’t bad. If you’ve done this project or plan on doing so, comment and tell me what was your result. I hope you had fun!