I was leafing through the New York Post during my lunch break and opened up to a page featuring Mario Batali’s rotund, red face. Apparently, two masked gunmen broke into Esca, his Italian seafood place on West 43rd known for its way with raw fish. All they stole was an envelope full of paper receipts, despite going to the coat closet where over fifteen-grand in cash was stashed a day before.
The break-in happened at 2:30 in the morning and the only employee left in the restaurant was unharmed. Now this two shotgun-welding geniuses have a ton of worthless paper and the police investigating an inside job. If I were a theif, I would have just run into the place at 8pm and five-finger discounted a few plates of crudo. At least then the venture would have been worth it.
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