by Patricia Bellomo | Mar 23, 2011 | Mob Blog
Amante’s Restaurant, Deerfield Beach, March 23, 2011
Amante’s Restaurant
Sitting at the bar talking to one of my favorite bartenders, Joey. He’s a great kid, not that he’s really a kid, but these days anyone under the age of forty is a kid. Joey always takes good care of me. Today he tells me to go for the osso bucco and I do, and it’s delicious. I see Bob Amante is eating the veal for his dinner, and that’s a good sign.
Amante’s is a family place and popular with locals as well as tourists. Tonight, the place is packed. Bob’s lovely wife comes over to the bar and greets me. A guy named Tony Ventura is stationed outside the door singing Italian love songs. He sings beautifully, and Bob’s customers are loving it. A couple of young ladies get up to dance. They’re good looking, and Joey and I crane our necks to watch.
Right now life is good. I got a guy taking my tournament action, and it’s going my way for a change. How’s that for luck? I think I’ll have another Chianti.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]This blog is written in the voice of Author, Patricia Bellomo’s main character, charismatic mobster, Louie Morelli. For more information of Bellomo’s books, please visit: www.patriciabellomo.com
by Patricia Bellomo | Mar 17, 2011 | Mob Blog
Legal Trouble in Lake City, March 18, 2011
Michael and his blonde drove upstate to visit a friend in Jacksonville. This blonde being the bimbo Victor caught with a baggie of prescription pills, I urged caution. “Yeah sure, dad,” Michael says. So what does he do? He leaves Jacksonville on Monday evening, and he’s travelling west on I-10 in northern Florida, what is typically referred to as “cracker country” and he gets pulled over, the locals clocking him at 95 mph.
Here’s the kicker: The bimbo’s snuffing out a joint as Michael pulls over. This is payday in redneck country–a pungent cloud of reefer greeting the cops as Michael’s window slides down. The dumbshit has a Sig in his glove-box–not a major issue in Florida, but this baby is unregistered, and he’s carrying 4,000 in cash–a tad too much for the locals to comprehend. Plus the bimbo is packing her pharmaceuticals. It’s not good. Michael calls me at midnight, and I get my lawyer out of bed. First thing in the morning he’s on top of it, but now the police in Lake City know who I am and they don’t like “Mafia types”. Frankly, I don’t think they care for high-powered Jewish lawyers either.
My lawyer is charging a fortune and my son is sitting in the Lake City Jail, and the prosecutor is preparing to slam him when I place a call to a man in Tallahassee whose name I will not reveal. Suddenly, it’s all a misunderstanding, and they work out a plea deal with a hefty fine and Michael is free. He’s apologetic and I’m pissed. I say to my lawyer, “What am I paying you for?”
He says, “Lou, I haven’t your means or methods. I have a code of ethics I have to abide by.”
Yeah right. Go figure. A lawyer worried about ethics.
by Patricia Bellomo | Mar 17, 2011 | Mob Blog
March Madness
March Madness
March madness and the weather in south Florida is spectacular. My bettors are calling in sporadically, and I’ve got both my phones running. I give them a time frame, but today is the first big day and nobody’s on schedule. I’m sitting on the patio of Latitudes, the beachside restaurant/bar in the Holiday Inn in Highland Beach. I’m taking a lady friend to lunch, and we’re enjoying the view, chatting nicely. Except my phones keep ringing. She doesn’t understand what I do and thinks it’s rude that I keep answering. But it’s business before pleasure, except when the bikini-clad ladies walk back and forth from the beach to the pool. I can’t help looking, and now she’s really annoyed.[/dcs_p][dcs_p]March Madness is a little anecdote based on one of Patricia Bellomo’s fictitious mobsters. Bellomo’s books are available on Amazon.com and on all e-readers.
by Patricia Bellomo | Mar 12, 2011 | Mob Blog
My Son’s Bimbo
My Son’s Bimbo, September 9, 2011
My twenty-four year old son, Michael, lives in the New Orleans area. We’re a close family, and Michael visits often. Usually, he flies in for the weekend, but on this last visit he had some time off and decided to drive. He bought his bimbo girlfriend with him–the kind of girl his mother hopes he doesn’t marry. I think he’s smarter than this, but you never can tell. She’s certainly something to look at, blond, big baby-blues, and supersize implants. Throughout the visit she’s sweet as pie, putting on the nice girl act for Angie. But sometimes she acts loopy, and I know she’s smoking dope, and then Victor catches her with a baggie of prescription pills that could put a nursing home patient to shame. Michael’s apologetic. He claims she has “anxiety” issues. Yeah right, and I was born yesterday.
I tell him, “Just don’t do anything stupid, like marry her.” He gives me a look, rolling his eyes. “No chance, dad. I know she’s a bimbo.”[/dcs_p][dcs_p]
My Son’s Bimbo is told from the perspective of Patricia Bellomo’s main character, mobster Louie Morelli. If you enjoyed this anecdote, please consider buying one of her books. Available on Amazon.com and on all e-readers.
by Patricia Bellomo | Mar 8, 2011 | Mob Blog
Roma Cafe
I’m sitting at the bar in Roma Cafe. This restaurant is one of the last of the greats left in the city. Located in Detroit’s Eastern Market, it’s a classic with really superb food and an excellent all-male wait-staff. Earlier, when I stepped in, I was surprised to see a few familiar faces in the dining-room. It’s a good sign that there are still some of us left on the street, and for a minute there it was like stepping back a couple of decades. I suppose I’m feeling sentimental … I’m in town for the funeral of an old friend. In fact, I used to meet him at this very bar, and it looks the same as it did then.
What’s missing are the boys … the comradery of friends, the business deals and action. This town used to breed money, and now it’s busted out and empty. I’m recalling my dead buddy, remembering the envelopes he used to slip me. He wasn’t the only customer I used to meet at Roma’s, but in view of his recent parting, he’s the one I’m thinking about. I remember sitting at this bar with him on the day Ronald Reagan was shot, both of us watching the drama unfold on television.
I miss the old days. I miss my friend. And I miss those envelopes he used to give me. Like they say, “You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.”
by Patricia Bellomo | Mar 3, 2011 | Mob Blog
Tramonti’s Restaurant
Tramonti’s Restaurant, Delray Beach, March 3, 2011
Back to my favorite restaurant, Tramonti’s, for a little meet with the guys. We’re sitting at a round table in the corner with a bottle of Ruffino Riserva and a platter of veal sorrentina. Today, I’m introducing the conservative commentator, Buddy Shuler, to my pal, Nathan Roth. Buddy called me, and in case you’re wondering how I happen to know a guy like Buddy Shuler, I’ll tell you. Buddy got his start as a sportscaster in New Orleans–my hometown, and somehow or another, we met. One year I invited him to watch the Super Bowl from my suite, and we’ve been friendly ever since.[dcs_p][dcs_p]
Coincidentally, we both live in Palm Beach County, and I see him from time to time. We’ve never discussed my past, and I’m not sure how much he really knows about me, but last night he called and explained that he’s being stalked by a nut-job. The police haven’t been able to protect him, so Buddy calls me, and what do I do? I introduce him to Nathan, who, as you know, has a special genius for for handling these types of problems.[/dcs_p][dcs_p]Tramonti’s Restaurant was written from the POV of Patricia Bellomo’s main character, mobster Louie Morelli. If you enjoyed this anecdote, please consider purchasing on of her mafia thrillers. Books available at Amazon.com, B&N, and on all e-readers.
