It’s over. We’re over. Il Italiano and I are no more. Finito. I’ll spare you the bloody details…save this: once an Italian honeymoon comes to an end, you’re left with nothing more than a hairy, cocksure bamboccione (the Italian for mamma’s boy)! My Italiano was true to form. I like a man who likes his [...]
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I had a big birthday. First my Dad came into town, then my Mamma. Now I’m left with an empty apartment and hunger pains for home. As a Buffalonian the answer is obvious: Spaghetti Parmesan. As my father had to remind me constantly when my middle school comrades would copy my outfits and try to [...]
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