Used to be a pizza place in St. Louis, in the basement of the Melrose Apartment Building, called Rossino's. On the corner of West Pine and Sarah..
It'd been operating since the Christ was a corporal ... I got there in the mid 70's... now it's closed. But, not before I got to take Lisa there for her first dinner out with my family. They served their pizza in rectangular baking pans, and the pieces were cut at right angels... I think it was a St. Louis thing.
Dinner was usually this; a Caesar salad (heavy on the anchovies), fried raviolis and cheesy garlic bread with a red sauce for dipping, and then a killer pizza. If I was with the guys, we drank Bud... with dates we drank bottomless carafes of the house chianti. We always had spumoni ice cream for dessert.
Jeeze... those were good times.
Like hanging out here with you fucks... What the fuck happened to this place?
"Why in the fuck did I miss this place? It's like missing a raging case of the clap."
"Make it matter, fuckos." jhnnythndr
" Herre jävlar vilka fiskar!!" P-A
"I'm no saint though, nor a judge. Rock that shit good and hard, and on your way out, wipe your dick on the curtains." - Kyner