re: Rocky and Carlos in the parish

My grandpa used to pick up Rocky's (that's what we always called it) every Sunday. Loved that bread.

You just never wanted to watch them make the food and then eat it. Those lunch ladies would take the bread and stick it under their sweaty underarms to carry it before serving.

And you couldn't pass up the veal cutlets and macaroni. I liked either brown gravy or red gravy on my macaroni.