In loving, living memory, John Melançon 1928 – 2007
place in Chinatown across from South Station. Open after hours, illegal, lights on and everything and I think there was a police station nearby.
I think most of the waiters were gay. One of them [also worked at the bar where I worked]. He was a flamboyant gay. Danced [like anything]. He introduced me [to the other waiters] as "This is the ONE straight guy I like"
My boss – who was [no small] gangster himself pointed out all the wiseguys at the restaurant from the area and New York
all of them would be sure to tip well, wouldn't dream of not paying -- and they would steal rather than pay for anything, steal a newspaper that cost ten cents, always galled me -- because the place was owned by [the head gangster for New England]I used to own a place in New York, then I lost it [didn't make it]
they called me Jack
people visiting from New York saw me there
"Hey Jack, is this your place?"