1 part Rocco’s 22nd financial status lingering in the red, 2 parts DiSpirito’s ever expanding waistline, a dash of generic New York Broll and overly dramatic killer track abuse, and top it all off with a little seemingly sublimenal Mitsibishi product placement that has become utterly oblivious and I think we have the perfect recipe for disaster.
>Of course the recipe has a lot of optional items that will merely enhance the flavor which will tickle your tv tastebuds. Just imagine the possibilites…they are endless. You could throw in the extreme braggadiccio Jeffrey. And then there was the overzealous and cocky little intern, Drew. We love you for all the pric and humor you brought to the show but cmon…you are a raging testesterone
ball who probably wacked it to all the hottie waitresses, we can’t take that seriously—thats why you were fired and to think you weren’t even on the APPRENTICE but you added a nice spice to this dish and you are greatly missed. And we could always sprinkle in a little Carol if we had a craving for a bitchylicious style flare who seemingly has tons of experience in the business of efficiency and organization yet she can’t really control the training session to save her life…hmmmm, interesting. How about we toss in a little bit o’ the brit, Sarah who is seemingly the Martha Stewart of Rocco’s. She made attempts to implement those glorious stripped buttondowns and was threatened by Rocco when she mentioned changing tthe flatware—-security guards are doomed to be all over this little crumpet at any moment(stay tuned). And to top it off we could throw in the mixology masters, Matt and April who argued over how to run the bar in order to up the sceneness of Rocco’s ….please note, if Rocco’s ever becomes a scene we are all doomed to a life of shitty food, shitty drinks, shitty service and just plain chaos. Oh Mama Mia!
And the possiilities don’t stop here folks. Why not try this recipe a little blackened, I don’t know , we could start it on fire perhaps. It didn’t necessarily work the first time but when in doubt try try again. And if it doesn’t hit right on the mark may as well just bash it to pieces….Tony style. Or hell, why not toss in a little bit of the over emotional and dramatic employees who freely gab, rant, rave, cry, pout and whine about Rocco this and Rocco that…if I didn’t know better I would think this bunch was a feuding PMSing immature highschool clique—wait, are they? And when all else fails add a cup or 2 of my personal favorite ingridient….a little MOLE named Laurent. Can we say creepy. This guy is so omnipotent its ridiculous, he’s like the little French God overseeing Rocco’s. But what does he really do other than spy and tattle tale you ask? Well who the hell knows…he’s saucier than penne alla vodka and yet more luscious than the richest tiramisu….I love this daper little scruffy man.
The Trojans and the Spartans…I mean the Roccos and the Jeffreys continue to whip up a storyline as nasty as Rocco’s new fangled pasta sauce and I think even Mama, the one saving grace of this horrid conncotion would agree with me in that fact …its terrible. Needless to say our stomachs are grumbling as we await our next and final serving from the Restaurant. Come to think of it writing this has made me kinda hungry for some mama’s meatballs….they are seemingly the best thing to come rolling outta Rocco’s. Well, that and the fact that he broke off his engagement. Do you think he’ll still go for a sweetie like me after this nasty little post???? Hmmmmm….a girl can dream.