You're right about that which is why I hate "Italian" restruants. Whenever my wife drags me into one I always order the steak. As far as I'm concerned there's only one correct tomato sauce and that's my family's, no other sauce tastes right. I wouldn't eat macaronis at one of those places on a bet.
I remember an old Italian one time telling me that restruants in this country only served peasant food. As the progeny of peasants I could relate. But even the peasants had a wider pallette than is represented in these eateries.
I do get a kick out of Italians complaining about the way we are presented to the rest of the country. Mostly they show us as buffoons, but hey, that's how they present everybody else too. So what?
The funniest thing was when Joe Columbo, the mob boss, tried to start a movement protesting the portraits in the media of Italians as mobsters. How freakin' ironic, how freakin' Italian.
I love my heritage, I just don't look for validation of it from the moronic media.
The funniest thing was when Joe Columbo, the mob boss, tried to start a movement protesting the portraits in the media of Italians as mobsters. How freakin' ironic, how freakin' Italian.
LOL! What was the name of that limousine service mogul who started some association for the same thing? He called it “Italian Americans against Defamation” or something, until he went to jail for fraud. Fugazi?
I grew up in North Jersey and so much of the Sopranos rings true to everything I saw growing up (I don't mean the violence, I mean the family interactions and the characters.) In high school, my four best friends were Italian-Americans, and three of them had fathers in prison for organized crime related activities.
But my school was chock full of beautiful Italian girls.