Not to belabor a point, okay maybe belabor a little bit whatever, here is the menu from Beppo's. (I do this for Ossobucco so she knows what she is missing.)
Now, was that nice?
Think.
No, it's not nice. Now she and the rest of you are drooling all over your keyboards --
God, I hope it's from the hunger pangs--- a nice person wouldn't do such a thing, but because I am one of those New York Types, the real ones, not the fakie Reader's Digest pretty-please-with sugar-on-top-kind, I went out of my way to take a couple of shots of the menu. (I tried to get an actual menu but those girls in there they watch you like you were a thief or something. They took it right back out of my bag!! Wenchs!! Impolite Wenchs!!)
Also, I was reminded by a friend of the test the Reader's Digest should have done:
1) Go to Yankee Stadium for a game.
2) Sit in the cheap seats in the middle of the row.
3)Order a hotdog from the vendor.
(The fans seated to your left or your right will pass it down with your change.)
Step Two:
Repeat the above while wearing a
Boston Red Sox cap.
Note: Prior to attempting step two, put your affairs in order.
Joe(Change? What fukkking change? Hot Dog??What fuukking hot dog?)Nation
