Fried chops, steak, snags and boiled veggies was 'it' until the Italians, escaping Mussolini, arrived smelling of garlic and no-speaka-de-English. Then it all changed.
They speak English at least as well as I do and hooked me on Italian food, but why can I no longer smell them?
It Must be the Garlic!
Be warned that the garlic we serve,
Might have a down side. I observe;
That people who stank
Are no longer rank.
(It destroyed my olfactory nerve!)
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