Everyone was so happy, too, on a wet, dreary morning. Customers chatted in Italian with the cashier and the folks behind the counter (one of whom I presumed was the Angelina mentioned in the article); as I sat and ate, I overheard an excited conversation about how to make bourbon steak – this was the only extended sample of English I heard while I was there.
The clientele definitely skewed older. At 36, I was easily the youngest person there. I couldn’t help but wonder if DiBacco’s would absorb some of the people who used to go to D&D… or if everyone was already going to both anyway. My old landlord had mentioned both to me.