I have a great respect for the Italian people. Their art, their music, their food, their architecture, their wine, what’s not to like? My problem lies totally with the small business owners of the Italian food places. God bless them, I love their fare but they’re just not nice to me. Perhaps my love of garlic has caused me to consume so much as to overload even the senses of the garlic loving race. Maybe I’m generating an anti-Italian pheromone. Perhaps the word when out that time I tried French instead of Italian dressing on my salad. I’m already used to the “Whaddaya want” stuff, these are business people, don’t be wasting their time with greeting or any casual stuff.