

...with the works. The town I grew up in was home to a bar/ restaurant named the Greenfront. It was in a narrow frame building facing a side street and was owned by the Polimina family. It was painted green. The family's patriarch and the restaurant's founder was named Frank but everyone called him Pa. By the time I was old enough to go there Pa's involvement was limited to stopping by every afternoon to enjoy a glass of wine and converstion with his old italian friends.
Everyone who worked at the Greenfront was related. Frank's son Vince was the general manager and worked everyday behind the bar. Food was cooked on the flatop grill located behind the bar and was manned either by Vince's brother -in -law George Salvagno or by his cousin "Chink" Lagrott. Chink's real name was Dominick but he was a huge man and his bulbous cheeks made his eyes look like he was squinting, hence the politically incorrect nickname. Rounding out the cast was another cousin, Alex Martino. Alex was a mail carrier and got done early on his route every day so he could stop by the Greenfront by lunchtime and pick up bets to take out the the local paramutual racetrack. Winners would tip him and he made some pocket money that way. One time Vince placed a bet on a real longshot and Alex "booked" the bet instead of placing it. Of course the horse won and Alex worked at the restaurant for free for quite awhile after that. Nobody gave him money to bet anymore either.
The italian sausages weren't linked but formed in patties. You could get a burger or sausage on a hamburger roll, on sliced italian bread or "on a heel" which was the end of the italian bread loaf. I always had mine on a heel. The most popular way to get the sandwiches was "with the works". That was ketchup, relish, onions and some of Vince's sister's sauce which was kept bubbling on the back of the cooktop. Next to the sauce was another little pot with hot peppers stewing in sauce. You asked for "all the way" if you wanted the peppers.
I was thinking about the Greenfront this morning while making italian sausage so I took some that was left in the stuffer and cut the heel from a loaf of Italian bread. Here's to you Pa, Vince, George, Chink and Alex.