Lost in Translation

In the meantime, Joey Vento waits for his day in court (if, as expected, the CHR eventually rules against him, he can appeal to Common Pleas Court) and continues to clog the arteries of the masses. He’s since put up a few far more provocative signs. One shows a group of Iraqis being lynched; another is a mock-up of a fake driver’s license for “Mexifornia,” with a photo of a driver who appears to be some sort of cross between Juan Valdez and the Frito ­Bandito. Offended? Go ahead, Joey Vento dares. Make his day.

“I may not be the smartest guy in the world,” he says, arms folded, looking around at the hum that is his cheesesteak assembly line. “But I know what I’m talking about.”