Let me make something perfectly clear. I like drink specials! But, do you know what goes great with drink specials? Food specials!!! We stayed in the Northeast this week and went to Vitale’s, a neighborhood classic. They had drink specials and half price appetizers. Why can’t there ever be half price filet mignon? Or half price prime rib? The happy hour food specials always look like someone ate them first. But not at Vitale‘s. I was actually impressed with the quality of the happy hour food. The shrimp scampi was great and the clams casino was also very good. The bride and I were drinking Bud, while my son enjoyed some Dewer’s and my daughter slammed back a few Coors Lights and I forget what Vince was drinking. Timmy, Jimmy, and Ginger, were our severs. With names like that, you would think that they would put on some kind of show or something.

Were you ever in a situation that really wasn’t funny at the time, but about an hour later it was hilarious? Nothing really interesting happened this night and I was a little concerned about my weekly story. I always wonder how the hell I will come up with a story every week, but damn it, if something doesn’t always happen. Listen to this….. As we were walking out of the restaurant, in walks Joan Krajewski, you know, the city councilwoman. I figured she would like to know about larryshappyhour.com and how it benefit’s the city of Philadelphia. So, I went into a whole presentation concerning the beer companies and the distributors of Philadelphia and how many people I keep in the workforce. From the guy that makes $7 an hour in Budweiser’s mail room to the guys that drive those big beautiful 18 wheel trucks for Miller. I pay their salary, I keep the breweries going strong. Me! Larry! Then I asked why the potholes on my street are filled with a mound of dirt 6 feet high? When I get to the top of the filled hole I can see 3 blocks over..... She wasn’t amused. As a matter of fact I think she might have been a little annoyed. Not so much because of my story, but because of the fact that I kept calling her Marge Tartaglione!!!!!!!

After my very enlightening conversation with our fine councilwoman, I decide it’s really time to leave now. I look down the bar and it seems that my wife has met someone with whom she works. I called him Bob, his name was Joe…… I waited for my wife in the car. I think I remember her name.

If you go to Vitale’s, have the shrimp scampi.