It's Philly, what do you expect - quality?
Here's what I'd like to have happen. Walk into an italian joint, sit in the lounge, something 60's/70's Bronx Tale-ish is playing on the radio - maybe The Spinners "Could It Be I'm Falling In Love" on the stereo. I want a plate of vinegar peppers with a small roll. I want to light up a cigar and bump into some bookie who's sitting at the bar with me. His name is Tony Knuckles. Tony Knuckles is a cocky #### and says he would love to take my action and will even honor Sportsbook's Props for me. I get a good plate of al dente rigatoni with meatballs; meatballs that haven't been frozen (which is another thing these people do - make your own damn meatballs please). I enjoy a glass of Maker's Mark with my vinegar peppers, meatballs, and talk about what a fish I am to Tony Knuckles, about how I'm divorced because I lost 80K last year gambling.I go home, re-up with GooRoo, and take Tony Knuckles for 6 figures over the next 6 months and put him out of business - Artie Lange style. I take that 6 figures, and open up Bender's next door to the italian joint that serves the ####tiest overcooked pasta I've ever eaten and put their asses out of business.