Okay, I screwed up a bit today and overdid it. Part involved missing a bus while the bread was on first rise and betting I could walk to my destination before the next bus got there. Did it. Then walked back. Then took another walk later. If I thought I was tired before…
So, wanted to do a real post but decided to do a semi-funny story because a post on X reminded me of it. The post was a joke about the mafia running a pizza chain and giving up crime as the pizza paid better. Which reminded me of some really good Italian food that came to Huntsville many years ago.
It was the first time I did work for NASA (sub sub contractor??) and several of us were into food. When word came of a new Italian place that was supposed to be fantastic, I was a bit skeptical. Keep in mind that I lived a summer in northern Italy with an Uncle stationed there a while back, and had gotten to travel a bit besides. On top of that, I’ve had some of the best Italian in Boston and NYC (when the undercover cops tell you that X has the best Italian food in the city, and the restaurant is essentially neutral ground between the Mob and the cops, trust me it is indeed quite good).
So, some of us went to check the place out. Going in, you had to actually go through the kitchen to get to the dining area. Part of which was inside, part of which was outside and included a Bocce Ball set-up. Going through the kitchen I looked at what was being cooked, how it was being cooked, and did a bit of sniffing. Think my comment was along the lines of ‘this is going to be good.’
Yes it was. In fact, I would have stacked it up against almost any Italian food I’d had in the U.S. It was really good, and the rather flamboyant and loud owner and host was a bit of a hoot. He taught people how to play Bocce Ball, how to eat certain dishes, and have a good time. I really enjoyed the place despite his over-the-top antics. The food was just so good.
Then reality hit. Word went out quietly that the restaurant had closed. Louder words soon followed, and the true story came out.
Turns out Mr. Flamboyant had been in the Witness Protection Program, and had testified against the Mob. Accountant type, not a Pistol Pete or more. Don’t know for sure, but got the impression it was the Sicilians though some plumped for the Irish Mob. The attention coming to the restaurant, even in Huntsville, was not good. His not paying taxes or any withholding on his employees got the IRS involved, and well, they apparently had to move him again. Still wonder if the prime protection for so doing was in regards the Mob or the IRS. Prefer to deal with the Mob than the IRS to be honest. Seem to remember that he gave investment advice to employees and others too. Ah well.
I had some dealings years before that with someone else who had been in the WPP. Don’t remember why she was in the WPP, but do know that when they had to do an emergency relocation on her because of her being a ***** to so many people, and stiffing so many people, no one was surprised at her being in the WPP. That person was such that many felt she should have just been left hanging in the breeze. By this point, she’s long gone, and I’ve said a prayer for her soul.
It was a loss to culinary Huntsville, and frankly a bit more given just how good it was. Right now, can’t think of a place in NYC that matches it (even in the new Little Italy) and only a couple in Boston. As much as I do love Little Italy in the Bronx (Little Italy in Manhattan is mostly a tourist place now IMO), they would be hard pressed to match it. Sometimes wonder what happened to Mr. Flamboyant, but if he is still around and they relocated you to Indiana, drop me a line. I won’t say a word.
Thought I would share a funny and mostly pleasant memory this Friday evening. May your weekend be good, and tasty.
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