Step into the smoky backroom of a 1940s Vegas supper club, where deals were made over red wine and the scent of garlic lingered longer than the gunpowder. Bugsy Siegel wasn’t just a visionary who built the Flamingo—he was a man who appreciated the finer things: sharp suits, smooth whiskey, and a plate of pasta […]
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The Golden Gate Inn was the kind of place where shadows outnumbered the candles. The tablecloths were spotless, the waiters silent, and the back booths—those were reserved for men who didn’t have to ask. On a good night in the 1950s, the air smelled like garlic, cigar smoke, and fear. If you lingered too long
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Cause you know sometimes the guys need somethin’ sweet…. A recipe to kill for! Alright, listen up, kid—Sinatra’s Cannoli ain’t just dessert, it’s a showstopper, a real class act. Crispy golden shells filled with the smoothest ricotta, kissed with just the right amount of powdered sugar—sweet, but never too sweet, just like Ol’ Blue Eyes
The Murder of Paul Castellano at Sparks Steak House
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“Tommy Gun Eggplant Parmesan” is a dish so bold, it could make a made man weep. Layered like a well-kept secret and packed with enough flavor to whack your taste buds, this one’s straight from Nonna’s underground kitchen. Ingredients: Instructions:
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In the shadowy underworld of 1950s organized crime, there was no address more whispered about—or more fiercely protected—than 73 Palisades Avenue, Cliffside Park, New Jersey. At first glance, Duke’s Restaurant looked like a thousand other Italian eateries across the tri-state area: red-checkered tablecloths, the hum of Sinatra overhead, and the rich aroma of garlic and
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Listen up, pal—Capone’s Caprese Skewers ain’t just any appetizer. This here’s a classy, high-rolling bite, straight outta the big boss’s playbook. Fresh mozzarella, juicy cherry tomatoes, and basil so crisp it’ll make ya wanna kiss ya mama—drizzled with the finest balsamic glaze, like a made man in a silk suit. One bite, and you’ll know
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‘Cause mobsters gotta eat too! Alright, listen up, you mugs! Even the big boss himself, Al Capone, needs to fill his belly with some grub now and then. And let me tell ya, there ain’t nothin’ better than Capone’s Classic Spaghetti and Meatballs to satisfy those cravings. Picture this: tender, juicy meatballs made with the
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102-11 Queens Blvd. in Forest Hills September 22, 1966 What’s the big f’in deal, huh? Families go out for a fancy dinner every damn night, and that’s the perfect opportunity to handle some business, you know what I’m sayin’? Discussing our D&D – differences and smoothing out any friggin’ difficulties. And now the cops got
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262 Forth Avenue, Brooklyn. Cor. Carroll Street, Brooklyn, NY. Tel: South 9135 262 Forth Avenue in Brooklyn was home to Joe’s Italian Kitchen, a joint that knew how to satisfy your cravings for authentic Italian cuisine. The ads boasted, ” Try Us for Real Food. ” This little gem sat right on the corner of
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So here’s how it went down, see? April 15, 1931, a sunny afternoon in Coney Island. Giuseppe “Joe the Boss” Masseria, big shot from Sicily, walks into his favorite joint, Nuova Villa Tammaro, for some cards and seafood. This guy started climbing the mob ladder soon as he hit New York in 1902. By the
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So, you wanna hear about Carmine Galante, huh? Lemme tell ya, this guy was somethin’ else. Born on February 21, 1910, in the rough streets of East Harlem, he climbed the Mafia ladder like a champ, earnin’ the nickname “The Cigar” ’cause he always had one hangin’ from his mouth. From a young age, he
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Ah, let me tell ya ’bout Big Jim Colosimo, the kingpin of Chicago’s underworld, born Vincenzo Colosimo on February 16, 1878, in Calabria, Italy. This guy, known as “Diamond Jim” for his flashy style and diamond-studded attire, started his American dream with small-time crimes, workin’ his way up to runnin’ nearly 200 brothels, rakin’ in
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Crazy Joe Gallo was one of the wildest cats to ever roam these streets. Born on April 7, 1929, Joe was as unpredictable as they come, hence the name “Crazy Joe.” Diagnosed with schizophrenia, he didn’t let that slow him down. Instead, he carved out a name for himself as an enforcer in the Profaci
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Let me tell ya ’bout Guarino “Willie” Moretti, or as we liked to call him, Willie Moore. Born in the old country, Italy, and making his bones over here in Jersey, Willie was a man you didn’t wanna mess with. Came up the hard way, got himself a stretch in Elmira for a little robbery
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