When you think about it, why presume that gangsters have good taste in food?
I mean, maybe they do, maybe they don't: why do you trust where they go more than we trust where bankers or garbagemen or anyone else does?
I mean, maybe they do, maybe they don't: why do you trust where they go more than we trust where bankers or garbagemen or anyone else does?
Then later, he complained that the prosciutto at the crap place wasn't so good.