With all the Sikh restaurants, Ecuadorian lunch counters, and Indo-Caribbean vegetable stands beckoning from Richmond Hill, I find myself whizzing up and down Lefferts Boulevard a lot lately. Every trip passes the mammoth stone grotto of Il Palazzo di Villa Russo, an ancient Italian catering hall. On the day I counted 16 stone cherubim on one facade alone, I resolved to invent some sort of occasion to get inside. A fake wake? An artificial circumcision, with a beard in a black frock coat impersonating the mohel? Or a "business meeting" complete with... More >>>