Sushi Calzone

Last night, I went to the Laugh Lounge on the Lower East Side and met a lot of Italians. And not Tony Soprano Italians, but the kind that wear loafers without socks. At one point, a smallish Japanese man came over and introduced himself to me and my new Italian friends. He then began to do an impression of an Italian accent. He said things like, "I wanta notha bella meat-a-ball-a" and " Fuggettaboutit." An Italian accent layered over a Tokyo accent, is not unlike adding Nestle Quick to a Dr. Pepper -- weird but very, very sweet.