It's been a slice! Snoodles has learned that Alan, the beloved counter guy at JB Alberto's for over 16 years, has a new job! That's right! He's GONE! Adios! He's gone to greener pastures. Congrats Alan!
Speaking of JB Alberto's Pizza on Morse Avenue in Rogers Park, how come they only advertise their job openings in Spanish language publications? Or am I missing something?
Speaking of JB Alberto's Pizza on Morse Avenue in Rogers Park, a young lady told me the other night that she will never eat at JB's again, now that Alan's gone. "He's an institution!" she said, "I grew up getting pizza from Alan!" Several other customers gathered around Alan and Snoodles, eager to find out whas up. "Alan quit!" the young lady said. Congratulations mixed with regret poured from the young folks, eager to slap Alan on the shoulder and wish him good luck. "Man, this guy should own the place!"
Speaking of JB Alberto's Pizza on Morse Avenue in Rogers Park, the aforementioned young lady tells Snoodles that there's a lot of sex goin' on "in the back" of JB's "before they open." Really? "Yes," she alleged, "sometimes I see girls going to the back, by they door, you know, and they do them right there! And do they wash they hands before they make the food?"
Hmmm, Snoodles doesn't know, but surely those girls scrub themselves thoroughly before they service the food handlers. One hopes!