05/19/2026
Mr Amato was a very complex man. One day, I was walking past Frank Amato, who was humming at his note filled maitre d’ stand. As I passed heading towards the kitchen double doors he said to me “son, son. Get me a cup of espresso.”
I walked through the kitchen and headed to the coffee room. When I got there, Mr Amato was already there. He apologized to me, and then asked if he could get me an espresso. When he was a young waiter, his old bosses treated the staff like second citizens. At that moment he caught himself. A great man.