TOM GLOVER'S HAMILTON  LIBRARY SCRAPBOOK: LOCAL HISTORY WITH A PERSONAL TOUCH.

Anonymous said...

How about those Casino hot dogs? Peppers and potatoes is a mustard sauce.

There was the old LaRoma Pizzeria across from the bank on S. Broad and Hudson. Sam smoked Parodi cigars while he flattened the dough with his fingers, and never a roller. He cooked his pizza in an industrial coke fired oven that was so hot, the pizza peel would bust into flames if it wasn't wet.

His sauce was great -- from Italian tomatoes. Yeah, he used Bertolli olive oil, and Maggio whole milk mozarella -- never the cheap stuff.

There was never air conditioning. If you wanted to eat it there, you had to sweat, first. Seeburg juke box consoles were at every table.

Just down S. Broad, there was Frank's. One block away but a world of difference. A gas fired oven. A lighter sauce. Mayne he dusted the shredded mozarella with a little flour and fresh oregano.

At the head of the center aisle was a 1930s vintage Rock-Ola juke box that played flat 78 platters, not 45s.

Anthony's steak house -- S. Clinton Ave. During Prohibition this place was a huge speakeasy. Though Anthony cooked a good steak there was always action in the back room. He took our nickels and dimes by the hundreds in illegal pinball machines -- the 25 hole Bally types that racked up huge scores. Then he paid you for your wins, if you ever did.

Emil's Steak House was on Cass St. The meat was great but Emil had a different twist: he fried the steaks, used great rolls, but wound up using a slight Italian style BBQ sauce and fried potatoes. I can still taste it 45 years later.

Crabs at the Clin-Mott across from Roeblings at Clinton and Mott.

Gliba's. A Hungarian joint. Czardas music every Friday and Saturday. The old Hungarians really knew how to party. We lived downwind, and as a kid you could smell the stale beer and cigarettes from six houses away.

Across the block was Ernie Kovac's Mom's place on Genesee St. That was another wild joint in the 50s. Ernie was already big-time. He brought home Edie Adams in 1957 and I knew what love was. ;-)

Sorry to ramble. The 'Burg was a great place. Tons of history there.

Out in Hamilton, my family always stopped at Carl's Del Rio Restaurant, across the street from Greenwood Cemetery (where my grandfather and my newborn brother are buried). This place always smelled of the open wood fires used to broil the meats. Loved this joint -- prolly long gone.

Best, y'all! Eat up!

Bill, currently from San Jose, CA
THS Class of 64

Saturday, October 11, 2008

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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