I AM ITALIAN

I’m not a construction worker, bricklayer or school janitor.

I don’t live in my parent’s basement.

I don’t eat pasta every night and I don’t drive a camaro.

I probably know Rocco, Frank or Gino from Woodbridge.

I drink wine, not beer.

I don’t use utensils for pizza.

I believe in open bars at weddings, not cash.

I pronounce it eSpresso not eXpresso.

I can proudly fly my countries flag out of my car during the World Cup.

Gelato is ice cream, Biscotti are cookies and Pavarotti is the best of the three tenors.

It’s pronounced brusKetta, not bruSHetta.

Italy is the only country shaped like footwear,

The first nation of soccer and the best part of Europe.

My name is Big Papa and I AM ITALIAN.