Drunk on Sauce. Neo Time.

For those of you eating cheeseburger flavored Doritos and gazing through rounds of reruns on Seinfeld while following my blog posts during commercials, we are going to Pizzeria Neo tonight (Friday) on our double date on 1st street in downtown Foxy. They are "Serving authentic Neapolitan pizza" says the website. I can join their VIP Email Club if the food doesn't suck.

Grandpa Slosh is coming over to watch the 4-year-old and make sure ChunChun, the chubby baby, doesn't wail from getting his leg stuck between the crib's wooden bars during nigh nigh.

Like our Polish babysitter—who we ended up canning because she was piss drunk and tried  snowboarding off our roof during nap time—Grandpa likes the sauce. No, not booze. Sauce. He drinks Tabasco by the liter. Its hot, sassy and one can get a feverish buzz off it. But he stomps around the living room with G Frenzy on his back neighing like a horse with Mad Cow. And he always cleans out kitchen. Wierd.

Neo, the hipster pizza spot, is supposed to all the rage says the ... I don't know, I probably overheard it at McNally's during Dart Night, a charity event last week to Support The Orangemen.

Pizzeria Neo is short for Neo the guy in X Files. Or was it the dude who took the pink pill? Matrix, ah yes. What an overintellectual snore. Neo is—done Googling—short for Neopolitan, a native of Naples, Italy. I've been there. I am half Italian and claim to be full Italian to anyone who will listen and speak like an Italian "My Dispiache;" "Cuore Mondiale!" Like the kid from the bike move ... Breaking Away. Ah, yes.

Naples was an interesting spot. We had just left Rome, the opera of all cities. Naples is still dirty from volcanic ash back in the 1300's or something. How do you bath a city? Its buzzing constantly from scooters. They must have a year round sale. Bzzzzzzz. We went to neighborhood hoods, like Pompei and the Amalfi Coast. Lovely.

So if Pizzeria Neo is going to bring it, it better bring it. I used to be in the hospitality industy and am fake Italian. If you cook your prosciutto, you lose. If you have olive oil on the table and some Mozzarella to soak bread in, you win.

Grandpa just slammed his car into our kiddie pool in the front yard. Gotta go, St. Chuckers.

Stay tuned. Kramer can wait.