>>11600166I went to this Italian restaurant Alfredo's in Atlanta. It was very authentic. I don't know if it was like a "mafia" place, but it seemed that way, whatever a mafia place is supposed to seem like. It closed real soon after I started telling people that I liked it, btw. Anyways, they had these great pickled Italian vegetables as the appetizer. I went there on a Friday night, and on the Saturday morning the guy at Alliance, who I guess is Italian since I think his name is Cavalcanti, farted on me and it smelled just like the farty version of those pickled vegetables. That's the aroma of this fart spray they've been spraying on me so much since I got to "New York."
I went there with Helene one time. Our waiter looked like some spooky Satanist with his shaved head and long goatee and silver jewelry. Helene said, "Oy vey! He's like a (((real))) waiter," about three or four times. Maybe she recognized him.
