Hailwood1965

I like to eat at Sorrento's in Daytona Beach as much for the food as I do for the amusing human theater that happens there seemingly constantly. For example, last week I took a new to Daytona friend to the Speedway and on Friday we stopped over at Sorrentoes (in the mini-mall location) for lunch. Sorrentos , as my friend so aptly described it, is located in Daytona but it belongs in Brooklyn. It's a family-run Italian deli, serving pizza, pasta and assorted other Italian delicacies. You order from behind a counter and they will bring the food out after they have prepared it. The day we went Sorrentos, it had at least three generations of the family working behind the counter. The older grandmother, her fifty-something son, and some of the kids. There's usually another fifty-something brother working, but he wasn't there when we arrived. Someone actually asked the other brother where the missing brother was .. he stopped in his tracks for extra dramatic effect (...

I had to sit next to a table of old guys this morning when I had my breakfast at a local diner. It was impossible not to overhear their conversation as most of them looked to be on the north side of sixty and have the idea everyone is deaf. I was going to suggest to the diner's owner, who I know, that she name the table that the old fellows were sitting at The Table of Irrational Fears. As the Who sang, "Hope I die before I get old". Topics of conversation were as follows: People who drive too fast and any bad accidents they have seen lately and how all of these accidents were the result of driving too fast. Also, did you see that police chase on TV? Motorcycles and how they're murdercycles. One guy lamented that he knew a friend of a friend of his neighbor who was killed on a motorcycle even though he had purchased "the most expensive helmet made". Much lamenting and commiserating by the graybeards followed this most intensely stupid statement. When they ...