"Dining should be casual," Carlos says, leaning back in his chair and topping off a
jelly
jar of wine. "It's like Shakespeare says in Twelfth Night: 'Who wants to toss
on a suit
and tie and sit around primly nibbling
endive when you can plop yourself down in a motheaten
Yankees t-shirt and dive into a heaping plate of spaghetti and meatballs?'" Pressed as to
just where in Twelfth Night Shakespeare mentions ties, endive or the New York Yankees, Carlos
waves
his hand dismissively. "It's in there," he says. "It's in there. I'm paraphrasing. of course.
It's something that Sir Toby Belch says to old Andrew Augecheek. The exact phrase, I
believe,
is this: 'Good Sir Augecheek, I do avere that I would sooner sit me down to a Frosty
and fries with a window-washer at Wendy's
than feast at at the Four Seasons with the founder
of Fidelity.' And that's as true today as it was when the Immortal Bard was performing
for
Boadicea at the Palais. Mangia," Carlos says, pointing to our plate with his fork. "Mangia."
