"Guilianis
Restaurant being gone is still causing me problems. I still find myself
thinking, Maybe Ill walk over to Guilianis tonight. I think I miss that
place more than Daviss or the Farmers Market, and thats sayin something.
Of course I can remember when old Mr. Guiliani first opened the place back around 1930 or
thereabouts.
Right from the start, the Guiliani family sure knew how to throw together a plate of
spaghetti, you could count on that. You could also count on the place being packed too.
When you walked up to that front door--it opened inward--you always had to push on it real
careful so you wouldn't nail somebody in the mob jammed inside waiting for a table, or if
they were lucky, a booth.
It was a big tourist hang-out too, all kinds of slicked-back Lower Merion types in blazers
and green pants sitting in there, discussing their bank accounts or the Republican Party
or whatever it was they talk about while they put away a mountain of
gratifying spaghetti and a few glasses of Chianti, all of it sold to em at third-world prices.
Well, if not third-world, at least Democrat prices.
And as to that operation they put in where Gulianis used to be, that's a whole different story,
but dont get me started on that."
July 15, 1998