Comments on: Where’s My Checkered Tablecloth? http://www.patricksays.net/2007/11/18/wheres-my-checkered-tablecloth/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=wheres-my-checkered-tablecloth A blog about me. That's why my name is in the title. Wed, 08 Feb 2012 17:27:49 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: BeccA's Buzz http://www.patricksays.net/2007/11/18/wheres-my-checkered-tablecloth/#comment-6670 BeccA's Buzz Tue, 20 Nov 2007 07:19:32 +0000 http://www.patricksays.net/2007/11/18/wheres-my-checkered-tablecloth/#comment-6670 Everyone's experiences are different. I personally loved the food I had for 6 days in Italy and never had red sauce once (except on that crappy pizza I had in the train station in Pisa just to be able to say I at pizza in Pisa). Don't talk bad about my 'Pranos! ;-) Everyone’s experiences are different. I personally loved the food I had for 6 days in Italy and never had red sauce once (except on that crappy pizza I had in the train station in Pisa just to be able to say I at pizza in Pisa).

Don’t talk bad about my ‘Pranos! ;-)

]]> By: EDW http://www.patricksays.net/2007/11/18/wheres-my-checkered-tablecloth/#comment-6475 EDW Mon, 19 Nov 2007 02:41:53 +0000 http://www.patricksays.net/2007/11/18/wheres-my-checkered-tablecloth/#comment-6475 Actually, those stereotypes hold pretty true here in the Garden State. My Italian family is not here, but through friends I have met gangsters, eaten in many restaurants with mirrors and one that required a knock on a special door (it was sooo Goodfellas I almost laughed), often see men with jewelry like that, even 2 year olds with pinky rings, heard, "you gotta problem?" plenty of times and my favorite, from a guy named Vito in a track suit, to my husband, "You Italian? Cause I'm Italian". Said outside a water-ice place in South Philly. He is Italian, so it was all good. And I know people who refuse to go on South Beach because they have to have their pasta! Now, I've never seen the monkeys or heard Mamma Mia!, except on Broadway, and I agree that stereotypes suck, but The Sopranos is not that far off out here. Are they playing up to the stereotype? Sure. But people do dress, talk, and eat like that here. And no one bats an eyelash. Actually, those stereotypes hold pretty true here in the Garden State. My Italian family is not here, but through friends I have met gangsters, eaten in many restaurants with mirrors and one that required a knock on a special door (it was sooo Goodfellas I almost laughed), often see men with jewelry like that, even 2 year olds with pinky rings, heard, “you gotta problem?” plenty of times and my favorite, from a guy named Vito in a track suit, to my husband, “You Italian? Cause I’m Italian”. Said outside a water-ice place in South Philly. He is Italian, so it was all good. And I know people who refuse to go on South Beach because they have to have their pasta!

Now, I’ve never seen the monkeys or heard Mamma Mia!, except on Broadway, and I agree that stereotypes suck, but The Sopranos is not that far off out here. Are they playing up to the stereotype? Sure. But people do dress, talk, and eat like that here. And no one bats an eyelash.

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