i make-a da-peetsah, i make-a da-pie…
…I chopp-a da-onions, dey make-a me cry!
I wonder if they’d kick me out if I put a sleeping bag on the floor, camped out, and tried to get my mail sent here. Did somebody say espresso, prosecco and grana padano for breakfast? I’m so in.
Food, glorious food.