DonRocks Posted August 20, 2012 Share Posted August 20, 2012 You are so right. I'm guessing that Frankie Boy, the super's son is still hanging out at the bar drinking Ballantine Ale. When I lived there, Arturo's, which had already been there forever, didn't have a beer and wine license, but if they knew you, you could get red wine served in old diner-style coffee cups with saucers, to have with your pie or calzone. There was a little family-run café on the south side of Prince between Sullivan and Thompson that had a pink and black color scheme decor, where I often used to go to get the cheapest thing on the menu--pasta fazool--with heaps of fresh grated cheese stirred in. I just learned that Pasta Fazool was actually a word; I only knew it from some cartoon character (maybe Pepe le Pew?) trying to woo some woman with it. "Ah, my leetle pasta fazool." (NB - has anyone but me ever noticed that it seems a bit ... what's the word ... "disparaging?" ... to associate French people with a skunk? I mean, granted, they tend not to shower or use antiperspirant as much as we do, and yes, the metaphor is devilishly funny, but I'm surprised nobody has gotten their feathers ruffled over the decades. ) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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