That was like the Old west! Hanging the owner, Dave and hanging him upside down at a tune of $5,000 a week?
Dave got what he asked for. He's not Italian. He's actually an Iranian born Jew. But he's a great restaurateur. He can take the fattest, homeliest woman in the place and make her feel like she's Zsa Zsa fucking Gabor. That takes talent because a moneyed clientele usually sees right through that bullshit. I guess it doesn't hurt that Dave is so fucking ugly himself.
Anyway, I just got sidetracked. Like I said, he asked for the wiseguys, and he got them. He LOVED having them around Ciao and Edmondo's back in the '80s (both of those places were in Eastchester, and Ciao is still there). And when he opened the place in Greenwich, he fell all over himself getting them to follow him up there. Well, he asked, and they came. And they came. And they came. And they fucking came.
It's so true. Be careful what you wish for . . .
