Dante & Luigis

When your cousins visiting from out West ask to see the real Italian joints in the city, dress them up and bring them to the corner of 10th and Catharine, order anything with “gravy Corona di Ferro,” and, just as they’re tucking into their manicotti, lean over, point to a corner, and say, “I hear that’s where they did the mob hit on Scarfo in ’89.”