Muzzler

When I visited North Beach today, I felt right at home: the smell of Italian food drifting in the air, older guys standing outside smoking cigars, Italian bakeries at every corner, and nonnas yelling at children for running in the street. Ah, I'm proud of my Sicilian heritage.

When I saw this sign above a local Italian bar, I got excited. Gino (Giacchino) is my uncle's name. Carlo (Calogero) is my grandfather's name, and my brother, Cal, was named after him. Only in an Italian area would I see an establishment with a name like this. Ah, dagoness.