by Patricia Bellomo | Nov 18, 2012 | Mob Blog
Mob Blog: Sunday Mass, November 18, 2012
Mob Blog: Sunday Mass
[dcs_p]Angie says to me, “Louie, take me to the cathedral. I want to go to mass.”[/dcs_p][dcs_p]We’re in New Orleans and my wife wants to go to church. How can I refuse? So I say, “Sure, baby,” and I call up one of Anthony’s men, an off duty cop, and arrange for him to take us into the city. Angie’s happy as can be, and then she comes in while I’m getting dressed, and she sees me put my Beretta in the inside pocket of my jacket, and her mouth goes tight, and she says, “Really, Louie, is that necessary?”[/dcs_p][dcs_p]Patricia Bellomo is the author of the sexy mob thrillers, Louie Morelli’s Daughter and Stella di Mare. She writes about mobsters and millionaires in South Florida and New Orleans. Books available at Amazon & B&N, also in ebook format.
by Patricia Bellomo | Aug 28, 2012 | Mob Blog
New Orleans
Mob Blog: Oh No, Not New Orleans: August 28, 2012
[dcs_p]”I hope to God it doesn’t hit New Orleans,” says Angie. She’s talking about Isaac, bearing down on the Gulf coast. It seems like we just got everything rebuilt. In case you’ve forgotten, I’m a New Orleans boy. I still have family and business contacts there, even a home on Lake Pontchartrain, which flooded in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. Not that we spend much time there these days. “Let’s face it,” I told Angie. “One way or another, the city’s gonna get it.” I stop short of saying it’d be divine providence if it didn’t take a direct hit, but the storm’s a rainmaker, and I hope the levees hold.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Patricia Bellomo is the author of the crime thrillers Louie Morelli’s Daughter and Stella di Mare. She writes about mobsters and millionaires in South Florida and New Orleans. This entertainment blog, Oh No, Not New Orleans, is written in the voice of her main character, Louie Morelli. Books available at Amazon & B&N. Also in ebook formats.[/dcs_p]
by Patricia Bellomo | Sep 22, 2011 | Mob Blog
Andrea’s
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Andrea’s, September 22, 2011
dcs_p]Dinner at Andrea Apuzzo’s place in Metairie–my former hometown outside of New Orleans. Andrea’s is a class act, a swank dining-room with intimate lighting, and the food is some of the best you’ll get in this town. Some of the waiters have an attitude, but they’re not like that with me. So it’s me and Victor, my cousin, Anthony, and a couple of guys I do business with. We’ve got two bottles of Chianti going, along with the calamari, mussels, and vongole. We’re in no hurry to order, enjoying the appetizers, and having a swell time until the Feds show.[/dcs_p]Somehow, they finagle their way to the next table, two stiffs in cheap suits, a glass of the lightest, cheapest wine for one, his partner drinking Coke. I’m pretty sure they’re following Anthony and not me, but after all these years and the grand jury indictments that fizzled in the courtroom, you’d think they would have moved on to bigger fish. But the Feds have a little bit of the conspiracy theory bug. Scraping the barrel and coming up empty, they always think there’s more. How else can they justify the frivolous wasting of taxpayers money?[/dcs_p][dcs_p]Andrea’s was written in the voice of Patricia Bellomo’s main character, mobster Louie Morelli. Bellomo’s books available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and on all e-readers.
by Patricia Bellomo | Apr 16, 2011 | Mob Blog
Don Knobel on the Radio, April 16, 2011
[dcs_p]I’m in Louisville with my cousin, Anthony Morelli. If you’re new to this blog, you may not know that Anthony runs what is left to run in the city of New Orleans. Anyway, Anthony likes his thoroughbreds, and we’re in Kentucky because he’s buying a horse. It’s a Saturday morning, and we’re driving on a country road en-route to a big name farm, and Don Knobel comes on the radio. He’s got a show called Down the Stretch on WKRD. It’s a weekly show, and Mr. Knobel knows his business. He’s talking horses, and then we find out he’s calling in from New Orleans because he’s down there reporting on the Louisiana Derby, which they run at the Fairgrounds.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Since I’m formerly of the city, and Anthony lives on the north shore of Lake Pontchartrain, we’re getting a kick out of hearing him describe the wild things he’s been seeing on Bourbon Street. And then Mr. Knobel starts talking about the bad food he was served at one of Emiril Lagasse’s restaurants, and I’ve just got to laugh. Those big name restaurants in New Orleans are such God-awful tourists traps. They’re overpriced and overstaffed with snobby, white-gloved waiters who are trained to serve cold, uncooked steaks with an attitude. You can’t blame the waiters for the food, but I can’t tell you how many times Victor has had to set them straight. Not too long ago we were dining at one of those fancy uptown joints, and Victor got so fed up with the attitude and poor quality food that he went into the kitchen and started slapping the chef.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]I bet you’re thinking they called the cops. No way. They actually decided to cook our food. But if you don’t have the luxury of smacking around the help, you’re going to get a raw strip and cold soup and pay a buck-fifty for it. And the big names–the restaurants that get all the publicity–are the worst offenders. So I sympathize with Mr. Knobel. I truly do.
