i went to an italian restaurant and the capo owner came in with his henchmen and asked if i liked the food, where i was from, etc. It was fucking gay. Felt like he was imitating the sopranos.
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anyone ever met mafia guys like the sopranos?
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One time I had to go be part of a focus group and the study was at a fancy building downtown with underground parking. When I was parking, this black benz pulls next to me, and out comes an obviously middle-aged Italian guy in an expensive suit and 1000 yard stare. Very clearly a mobster or just a shady character, easily could have been some hired goon or hitman.
I wonder if that building had a therapist's office and he had an appointment.
I wonder if that building had a therapist's office and he had an appointment.
Yes. My best friend in elementary school's father runs a famous catering business that was used in Goodfellas (wedding scene) and the Sopranos (Johnny Sack's daughter's wedding). His dad would occasionally wear fur coats, those jogging suits, and carry wads of cash in a zip lock bag. He also collected Rolls Royce's. He was a great guy and they were really good to me-
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I saw Big Pussy himself once. They were filming something in south Philly that never came out with Pussy as a tow truck driver. I didn't get to meet him, but I ate a lot of cheese fries while they were filming a scene over & over.
Yea I used to shot people in the back of the head for some muscle greasing wops. They were cool.
I've worked in and around the NJ construction business, and I've met quite a few shadowy guys. "No work" guys, with Italian names, who had a fancy job title like "community relations coordinator". They would just sit in the trailer all day, reading the paper, flirting with the office girls and etc. Everyone knew what was up, but no one ever said anything. Stuff would get stolen sometimes, like a truck trailer full of plumbing fixtures or countertops would mysterious vanish one night. Cost of doing business. But nothing wild or dramatic ever happened, at least not that I ever saw.
I sold a Mercury Milan to Peter Limone.
I used to get rid of bodies with Whitey Bulger and Kevin Weeks, rascal.
Not Italian but Russian. I was hanging out with my parents in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn and we got hungry so we walked into a random restaurant. It was super quiet and dimly lit and there were only a bunch of men in suits sitting around at tables and the bar. They all turned to look at us as we stood by the entrance.
A big lady came out from the back, approached us, and suspiciously asked in a thick accent, "You wish to eat?" We said yes and she sat us. It took her a while to come back with menus. We were uncomfortable and knew something was off about the place but we didn't really catch on that we were in a mob joint until after we left. We were the only 'customers' in the place.
The food was phenomenal though. My mom got a baked fish that was served with the head still attached which was creepy but she said it was the best fish she ever had.
A big lady came out from the back, approached us, and suspiciously asked in a thick accent, "You wish to eat?" We said yes and she sat us. It took her a while to come back with menus. We were uncomfortable and knew something was off about the place but we didn't really catch on that we were in a mob joint until after we left. We were the only 'customers' in the place.
The food was phenomenal though. My mom got a baked fish that was served with the head still attached which was creepy but she said it was the best fish she ever had.
Apparently it tastes better if you leave the head on or some shit, but I lose my fucking appetite when they do that.
I thought this was going to be Bert’s fake bit
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Yeah.
Banana republic ex-president and some of his guys. Dinner at his villa that's a cross between a museum and library.
Great cook and incredible host.
Bulletproof suv and permanent bodyguard detail.
Still unbelievably popular there, kinda feel bad for him that he can't go out and do normal guy shit because of the fame.
Banana republic ex-president and some of his guys. Dinner at his villa that's a cross between a museum and library.
Great cook and incredible host.
Bulletproof suv and permanent bodyguard detail.
Still unbelievably popular there, kinda feel bad for him that he can't go out and do normal guy shit because of the fame.
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One of the largest waste management related mobsters lives in my neighborhood. Fucking goof is always making the news and attending sports events and public gatherings. He has been involved in a ton of missing persons and disappearances. His wife is a total psycho who would threaten the waitresses at the golf and tennis club if they didn't serve her drinks fast enough.
Thank goodness