The Legend of Tonys
Once upon a time, in Michigan, a lonely Italian was looking for a place to fix his lunch as he traveled to the north country in search of his fortune.
He pulled off the road on the edge of a small village, named Birch Run, where he found an empty lot for sale.
He built a fire and proceeded to fix his meal. In a large skillet he fried a steak, and covered it with spaghetti sauce, then piled in on thick Italian bread.
A Real Estate Salesman driving by in his Trans-Am smelled the simmering steak, and was so enticed with the aroma, that he drove onto his vacant lot.
When he approached the Italian he knew he'd have to be crafty if he was to get some of the good food. So he sat down by the Italian and began to visit.
Now the Italian knew he was on the other man's property, so he invited him to stay to lunch.
A bird was flying over, and saw the men and smelled the good bread, and his mouth began to water, so he landed on a rock where he began to sing so beautifully that the men threw him snibbles of food.
A Politician who was driving past looked at the happy threesome and began to form a plan. If he could scare off the Real Estate Man, run the Italian out of town, and make the bird fly away, he'd be able to enjoy a food lunch. So he got on a tree stump and began to make a speech on taxation.
Now the Real Estate Man did not want to claim his profits, the Italian had no way to prove where he got the steak, and the bird didn't know if air was really free, so they packed the Politician a sandwich to bribe him into leaving town.
The Italian was so over-joyed at having met so many new friends he began to dance and threw the whole loaf of bread to the bird, knocking him out cold.
The Politician fled from town as quickly as he could, having his lunch in the bag already. He did not wish to become involved.
The trembling Real Estate Man promptly turn the property and his Trans-Am over to the Italian, then ran away in fear.
So, if you see an Italian in a car with a bird on the hood, you'll know you're at Tony's...the Spot for a Lot.
He pulled off the road on the edge of a small village, named Birch Run, where he found an empty lot for sale.
He built a fire and proceeded to fix his meal. In a large skillet he fried a steak, and covered it with spaghetti sauce, then piled in on thick Italian bread.
A Real Estate Salesman driving by in his Trans-Am smelled the simmering steak, and was so enticed with the aroma, that he drove onto his vacant lot.
When he approached the Italian he knew he'd have to be crafty if he was to get some of the good food. So he sat down by the Italian and began to visit.
Now the Italian knew he was on the other man's property, so he invited him to stay to lunch.
A bird was flying over, and saw the men and smelled the good bread, and his mouth began to water, so he landed on a rock where he began to sing so beautifully that the men threw him snibbles of food.
A Politician who was driving past looked at the happy threesome and began to form a plan. If he could scare off the Real Estate Man, run the Italian out of town, and make the bird fly away, he'd be able to enjoy a food lunch. So he got on a tree stump and began to make a speech on taxation.
Now the Real Estate Man did not want to claim his profits, the Italian had no way to prove where he got the steak, and the bird didn't know if air was really free, so they packed the Politician a sandwich to bribe him into leaving town.
The Italian was so over-joyed at having met so many new friends he began to dance and threw the whole loaf of bread to the bird, knocking him out cold.
The Politician fled from town as quickly as he could, having his lunch in the bag already. He did not wish to become involved.
The trembling Real Estate Man promptly turn the property and his Trans-Am over to the Italian, then ran away in fear.
So, if you see an Italian in a car with a bird on the hood, you'll know you're at Tony's...the Spot for a Lot.