... Do you know what José does? I’ll tell you what he does, and
folks, folks, this is the point I want to make. With his own hands, he
sprinkles fresh house-grown rosemary on those potatoes (raises voice to a
thundering crescendo), and they are golden brown on the outside and soft on
the inside and they are delicious! They are delicious! They are delicious!
Thank you.
Now, folks, I gotta do a table touch on 17 and get some more
breadsticks to 26, so I’m gonna wrap up here. But there’s something I want you
to think about. I want you to think about something. You, me, José, Lord love
him, Donna, Pat . . . we’re in this thing together. We’re in it together. You
order the food, I bring the food, you eat the food. . . . That’s America.
That’s America. You know, my folks had some ups and downs. ...
The whole damn
New Yorker piece is hilarious.
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