Steven Van Zandt, the original white boy funk soul brother, is dressed for lunch pretty much the way he always dresses, which is to say he looks like some kind of purple-paisley snakeskin hippie gypsy pirate. Little Steven thinks his mode of dress may cause problems today, because we will be dining in a Jersey City restaurant called Casa Dante, the sort of place that could hold meetings of the DeCavalcante Crime Family Alumni Association. And, as everybody knows, the mob doesn't much like freaks.
"We're in trouble here," Little Steven says.
"No, we're not," I say.
"I've been kicked out of a lot of places," Little Steven says, as we walk through the door.
This is a kind of acid test, because I'm trying to prove a particular theory of mine, which is that Little Steven is the coolest guy in the entire state of New Jersey.
"You're the coolest guy in the entire state of New Jersey," I say. "They're not going to kick you out."
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