I would feed both myself and my fictional dog their food
This just in to Purple Pants, Green Jersey: It has been confirmed through a credible source (whose statements to me were self-verifying and indicated first-hand knowledge of the incident) that Randy Moss’s restaurant of disdain (and the new spin of the moment) is also a favorite of mine — Tinucci’s in Newport, Minnesota. I feel confident in reporting this without treading into murky journalistic waters as the biases I hold toward the involved parties essentially cancel each other out.
A recap of my biases: On the one hand, I love Randy Moss as much as I’ve loved any athlete not named Michael Jeffrey Jordan or Kevin Garnett. Dude is The Freak and the man that brought football insanity to my generation of Minnesotans. His place in this resurgence (along with booze and fantasy football) cannot be denied. Craziness and playing when he wants to play aside, I will miss him. I want to make excuses for him (even on the PI when he pretty much stopped playing), but this is too much. Not because of his behavior alone, but he did it to some people that are really good folk that serve really excellent food. Tom Colicchio or Gail Simmons, he ain’t.
Did I mention I really love Tinucci’s? Not just the restaurant, but the family, too. The food is unreal; it’s a classic American supper club with Italian roots. All you can eat prime rib on Saturdays is the stuff of boyhood dreams, but it’s the Italian sides that make it worth the trip. Cauliflower flowers, fettuccine, salad bar with bomb little shramp, an olive bar, and a whole slew of other goodies. So good. I could go on for hours and turn this into Lottie and Doof, but I will spare you.
One last enabling of Randy: I think Moss’s vehement reaction causing Tinuccigate is more indicative of his hatred of anything related to Matt Birk than any culinary opinion he may hold. Jussaying.
UPDATE: I feel obligated to pass along one last tidbit. If you really feel like sticking it to Moss and rewarding a local family that serves up great chow, make sure to check out Colossal Cafe on the corner of 42nd St and Cedar Av S. It’s all in the Tinucci family and has some of the best sammies — breakfast and otherwise — in town. Shameless pluggings end here cuz I’m starvin’ like Marvin