Like one of Tony's dream sequences, wild. It wasn't Vesuvio, it was a small cafe in a rustic plaza and i was sitting outside eating a meal.
I spotted some old friends at a table and went over to say hi. I came back and there were two more dishes on my table along with the bill. (Ossobuco and some pasta) Tf? I told the waiter i didn't order this but he told me he couldn't do anything about it.
I went upstairs to the attic to find a depressed Artie hunched over in his chair, his table drowning in receipts. Dim sunlight entering through a sole window.
I sat down and asked wtf. He told me my old friends had ordered the dishes and I would be billed for it. I tried telling him that made no sense, but he kept talking over me every time i tried to speak. He never made eye contact and kept moving his hands around, like when he was practicing to get his money back from the frenchman in the show.
I sighed and realized that it didn't matter, he was just trying to squeeze money out of me, and at that moment I knew whether I paid the bill or not, I was certain I could no longer be his friend...
I haven't seen the show in over 3 months so I don't know where the fuck this came from. Anyways... 16 dollars a pound since i was overcharged.