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Recently, Astor & Black was given the esteemed honor of sitting down with celebrity chef and self-acclaimed “clotheshorse”, Chef Nick Stellino, in his lovely Italian villa set atop the hills of Los Angeles. Chef Stellino enthralled us with stories of growing up in Palermo on the island of Sicily...
The man started to knead the dough, carefully, gently, at first, then with a more enthusiastic flow. There were no thoughts of spreads, percentages, back end point and for that matter, there were no lawyer’s minutes or bullet points that needed to be studied...
The man took a look at his watch. His friend was now over 30 minutes late: ” Typical” he thought to himself. He was alone in a strange city, in front of a huge building, waiting, and waiting to no avail: “The Heck with this!” his mind was made up now. He would go inside and look for him, even though he had no idea where he might be...
“La Sartoria Acampora” was in small “vicolo” ( side street) in the old part of the city, near the historic church of “ Casa Professa”.“Abiti su Misura” Custom made suits promised the sign outside ...
Ricky the “Moon Man”’s eyes darted around wildly. He let off a litany of cussing epithets and slammed the phone so hard on the table that the plastic of the hand held receiver shattered in a thousand pieces ...
It was July of 1975, a few weeks before I was to come to America. My father and I were heading home after shopping for lunch at the “Vucciria”, the oldest open market in Palermo ...
Andy the “Fro’ man” did not like to be told what to do. He wanted his shot and he wanted it now. The family did not have a rein on him and since he last checked NYC was still an open city. Andy heard that Johnny “T “ had taken over the east side of the “Big Apple” and the fish trade belonged now to his crew ...
Well whenever I am asked this question, seldom as it is, by the few ill mannered ones, I always find myself thinking... I like to think before I answer in view of certain youthful impulses that have taught me the importance of ponderous reflection.
It had been a long day, his business endeavors had met with challenges and unpleasant outcomes, and he was tired. Luigi the cat had been busy himself ...
I was busy packing my bags, hurrying about at the last minute. To make things worse, there was a power failure and the upstairs was hot and muggy that afternoon. It was late October and here in Southern California it felt just like mid August ...
My early flight to Rome from Palermo had been cancelled , I managed to find another flight on a different airline ...
This was going to be one of the most important phone calls of the year.
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