One day, I was sitting across from a businessman from Boston. It was his first visit to Schwartz’s In order to make conversation, I told him that I had recently visited Boston and I really liked it. He was pretty quiet so I went on to tell him that I found a street near downtown with tons of Italian restaurants. Since I didn’t have much money so I picked this small pizzeria to eat at. The unusual thing about the pizzeria was that pizza seemed to be secondary to this operation. They didn’t have napkins or knives and forks. “How can you eat pizza without napkins?”, I asked. Anyway, I later notice that people seemed to come in and out of the back room without pizza in their hands. So when I started laughing, while implying it was an Italian mafia front – I noticed the businessman from Boston wasn’t laughing. Then I noticed he looked Italian and wa even wearing a double breasted, pinstriped suit.

