Ok... so this is by no stretch of the imagination meant to be art, serious, or even well done. If you saw the "OJ and ME" thing, then this is more of the same... My brother Marc flew in from California for a night and OJ and I took him out to The Bellmont Tavern. The food there is pretty good, but the atmosphere it's why we go. This is the place that all the Italian gangsters met on Sundays to kiss rings and wack people in the basement. The bar is owned by one old guy, and the restaurant by another even though they are literally in the same room. The service lacks a certain desirable quality as well, but again we love the joint so we don't mind. It's dark in there so please excuse the ISO 3200 look...
OJ and Cliff with the Bear having an afternoon drink 'n chat
Marc arrives and immediately goes back to work.
On to the Tavern....
Look! a menu.... with food
Typical classy decor... famous and semi-famous New Jersians who also love this place
Martinis!!!
The required salad so we don't feel totally guilty about the rest of the menu...
Hot peppers.
Apparently very, very hot peppers
me and OJ
what's left of the shrimp beeps
Cavittelli Pot Cheese... omg omg omg omg
the famous Chicken Savoy
OJ approves
Marc approves
then approves some more
happy with that!
we have no manners whatsoever. (insert stupid American joke here)
"If you don't get that F-ing camera outta muh face, you're gonna sleep with the fishes kid."
the scene... and the "HEY! Did you hear what i said?!?"
fed, a lil drunk, and very happy. Thank you Bellmont Tavern. I love you.
