IN WHICH WE WHIPPED OUT OUR BRASS KNUCKLES

Saturday, September 19th, 2009 at 12:19pm by Vince Neilstein

Eatsa! Last night Axl and I let our Worst Week Ever duties fall to the wayside in favor of drinking ourselves silly and gorging ourselves at the annual San Gennaro festival in Little Italy. The menu for me: Mozzarepa, a giant rice ball (with meat and peas), part of a Brociola, a hot Italian sausage and half a dozen raw clams. Most metal moment: the old Neapolitan guido who sold me the sausage making fun of me for eating a Sicilian rice ball, and then calling all Sicilian men gay. Only in New York.

Oh, what’s that, this is a metal website? Events of the past week:

Have a good one… see ya Monday.

-VN


3 COMMENTS on “IN WHICH WE WHIPPED OUT OUR BRASS KNUCKLES”

  1. Reaper-X says:

    lol, we had a good week.

  2. Zoker says:

    As an italian myself I can tell you I’ve never heard of Mozzarepa… and the sausage is called brAciola… sorry for the lesson…

    About the napolitans vs sicilians contest I think the napolitans are worse because they’re noisy and rowdy wherever they go and you can recognize them at first sight since they’re all like clones. The sicialian dialect is impossible to understand though.

  3. metalguy says:

    the godfather wasnt gay

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