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Monday, November 09, 2009
John Pinette
10 comments:
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Chuck Martel said...
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That was funny.
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11/9/09, 8:54 AM
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BlogDog said...
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He and I could teeter-totter.
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11/9/09, 9:11 AM
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pdwalker said...
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Hahah... that was good.
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11/9/09, 9:49 AM
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Anonymous said...
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"...half way through the meal, he died...Pass that over hear!"
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11/9/09, 10:58 AM
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Anonymous said...
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I think we've watched about 12 of these now! Funny guy who reminded us of Larry Miller due to his ability to say so MUCH with facial expressions. After Saturday's congress, we really needed to laugh.
THANKS!!
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11/9/09, 11:53 AM
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David said...
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About 15 years ago I found a little Mom and Pop Italian place tucked away in a strip mall in La Palma, CA. About 120 miles from where I live. It was run by a husband and wife, who hired two college kids to bus tables and wash dishes. The couple did all the cooking and she waited the tables.
Mama was about 5 foot tall and 5 foot around, and flirted with every single person who walked through the door. Walking into her restaurant was like going home. And I'm not Italian.
My friends would call me up at work at 3 PM on Friday and say "Mama's for Dinner." 1 minutes later we were on the highway. We would drive 2 hours, eat until we were ready to explode, then drive home. Believe me, it was worth it.
The first time we took our friend Alan (a tall skinny guy) there, he ordered the linguine with clam sauce. After stuffing this huge plate of food down, Mama came by the table and asked how we were doing. All of us with any brains moaned and mumbled about how full we were. Alan said that he was OK.
Momma snatched up his plate, and waddled off into the kitchen. She returned a minute later with another full plate of linguine and clam sauce. Plopped it down if front of Alan and told him, you start working on that and when you are better than OK, you let me know.
After Alan, with a little help from the rest of us managed to eat about a quarter of the food on his plate Mama packaged up the remains for Alan to take home. She wrote down specific directions on how to reheat it. Along with this came a warning that if he just threw it in the microwave she was going to come to his house and kick his ass.
10 years ago Mama had to close her restaurant due to her and her husband's age and health. I haven't had a decent Italian meal since. -
11/9/09, 12:34 PM
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Rodger the Real King of France said...
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A real treasure David. Thanks.
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11/9/09, 12:37 PM
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Anonymous said...
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David, what part of California are you in now?
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11/9/09, 3:02 PM
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David said...
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Same part I was in back then, a small backwater hole in the middle of the Upper Mojave Desert. We are 2-3 hours away from everything, and near nothing.
I'm not saying that I live at the end of world, but we can smell it from here when the wind shifts.
The closest thing to an Italian Restaurant that we have it town is Pizza Hut. -
11/9/09, 5:46 PM
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pdwalker said...
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David,
That's a woman I would have loved to have known. -
11/10/09, 6:28 PM
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