What a way to go!
Big Tony and His Wet Noodles
Die-hard or go home!
The Mob Hit
If we’re going to die, why not go out with a bang? And I mean that literally.
Picture this: You against Big Tony and his goons.
Thank the Chicago Tribune for reporting on this story about restaurateur Rocco Cocco. He really shouldn’t have taken mob boss Big Tony’s prized poodle, Captain Cuddles. Still, he wanted revenge for the bad review the big man left on a Saturday night after he ate at Rocco’s little Italian restaurant, The Pasta Plate, in Chicago’s south side.
“The rigatoni was way past its cooking time,” the mobster wrote on the restaurant’s Facebook page. “If I wanted a limp wet noodle, I would skip taking my Viagra.”
That hurt.
A bad day turns into a bad week.
The crappy review appeared that Sunday and had already gained over 900 likes. Then Rocco’s wife left him for good the next day. She said he was too moody. And to add Parmesan to his wounds, she took a bottle of his best…
