After rehearsal, Pete and Scrap and I drove out to DiFara’s in Midwood, Brooklyn.
Yeah, my inner fat man won last night. It was paradise rendered in cheese.
We ordered too much, and as we drove through Williamsburg, we realized that we were right near Handsome Dan’s place, so we called him and told him that we were parked on his corner with DiFara leftovers for him. He came out of his building running.