Misfits: Italian Eat

An iconic rock-band visits an iconic South Jersey Italian eatery and enjoys a surprising Friday-eve charming/unwinding experience in their 'dark' schedules.

Signing off not with sci-fi horror but with this fun restaurant-outing 'fable' inspired by Big Night! Enjoy, 

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The funky female American music band known as the Misfits had performed very successfully with their clever mix of steel-drum music and punk-rock tunes, a hybrid of island tune and Ramones entertainment, were now in South Jersey to enjoy a quiet Friday night meal at a very nice Italian eat-dive, a great restaurant which offered some very cool spaghetti-and-meat, potato-and-chicken tomato soup, and awesome cherry custard. The Misfits didn't want to be seen/photographed but rather simply wanted to enjoy a very idealized weekend-kickoff eating experience, since they're to perform at a Notre Dame concert on the following Saturday.

The restaurant was quite nice, and the inside was quite nice, and the service was quite nice. The Misfits had of course shown up in their signature wild costumes/fashions, which the waitstaff and host found to be quite taking and requested if they'd be willing to be seated way in the back of the Italian eat-dive so as not to incur too much customer-crowd attention or 'tempt' customers to call their friends on their iPhones to have them flock-in for a Friday 'media-stir' which no one wanted. The Misfits ironically simply wanted to enjoy a simple Italian Friday meal at around 8pm and ordered a ton of Decoy red-wines. They got really drunk but were most unwound by the quality and flavor of the Italian cuisine dishes. None of them were Italian by heritage, and a couple, in fact, were Irish, but they found this South Jersey Italian restaurant the perfect getaway from their lives of stage-frenzy.

WAITER: You ladies look hungry and lean this Friday eve.
MISFITS: We're really thirsty and 'itching' for outstanding food from Italy, good man!

WAITER: Cool; we've plenty of that, ladies; check out our online menu, ladies.
MISFITS: Can't we just get paper-menu copies tonight; some of our iPhones aren't charged.
WAITER: Alright; well, as you may see, the menu offers many of the signature dishes we advertise.
MISFITS: Yeah, we've seen your ads on television in our Courtyard hotel-room in Voorhees.
WAITER: Cool; well, I'd recommend the portobello-penne with vodka and/or the macaroni-beef soup.
MISFITS: Yum, yum, yum --- sounds good with our Decoy red-wines, no?
WAITER: Indeed; you ladies must be psyched for that Notre Dame concert...Saturday.
MISFITS: Indeed, good man; well, I think we'll start with a groupie-shared giant bowl of spaghetti!
WAITER: Cool; I'd recommend the very greasy-fried calamari too (as appetizer or some follow-up).
MISFITS: Cool; we'd also like to check out those cherry-custards once we're phat and drunk.

WAITER: Very fine; your patronage here is most welcome; we don't really get celebrities in our South Jersey.

MISFITS: No, well, we definitely aim to revel in some Italy-noodle tomato twisties.

WAITER: Nice!

It was a high-spirited Friday night 'affair' for the Misfits at this iconic South Jersey Italian eat-dive. The staff made sure the 'celebrity-visit' wasn't perturbed by media-buzz or flocking crowds or loud noise. In fact, it turned out to be a rather romantics-like culinary experience, and the leader of the Misfits got drunk enough to lament about the departure of her Wall Street boyfriend which her band-girlfriends made her feel alright with, as they conversed fondly about their memories of having the more satisfying brand of high-school teachers who'd inspired them to become writers/musicians. The Italian restaurant would hang up their Friday visit-photo in their establishment, and the Misfits would never forget the 'gallant' waiter who attended them and helped them feel just a 'tad' bit saner in this magazine-distancing country we call the United States.

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)