Ok... so this is by no stretch of the imagination meant to be art, serious, or even well done. If you saw the "OJ and ME" thing, then this is more of the same... My brother Marc flew in from California for a night and OJ and I took him out to The Bellmont Tavern. The food there is pretty good, but the atmosphere it's why we go. This is the place that all the Italian gangsters met on Sundays to kiss rings and wack people in the basement. The bar is owned by one old guy, and the restaurant by another even though they are literally in the same room. The service lacks a certain desirable quality as well, but again we love the joint so we don't mind. It's dark in there so please excuse the ISO 3200 look...