This scene is located in Rockaway Beach

Excuse me, what did you fucking say to me?

That’s what I thought you fucking said. Like I would throw any self-respect or dignity I have to wait and get a table at your fucking pretentious, fucking expensive, fucking overrated restaurant.

And besides, I don’t think I would ever patronage a junkyard looking faux dive like this with two zombie houses 20 feet away across the street, covered in filth, weeds and graffiti. Not even tasteful graffiti, but I’m sure it fits in with the pizzeria’s vicarious ghetto/hardcore/outlaw motif.

Maybe the dear proprietor was addressing this poor man here, who is enjoying a libation behind a zombie piano.

Behind the idiotic drive-in billboard there seems to be an elaborate stage set up, so this restaurant is also a concert venue as well.

And there’s also this thing, which is a recording studio/hostel and it looks more menacing than those abandoned houses. Looks like this faux dive pizzeria and this are connected in some way. Sounds like a good way to conjure a music scene out of thin air that would not have a chance in any semblance of a society or in hell.

Anyway, this pizzeria is owned by this chef who made himself at home on the peninsula by being a boorish cock, cursing out customers, stealing an oven when his place shut down at a hotel down the block, and got kicked out of the lame Riis Park Beach Bazaar for blasting obscene music. Yet he’s still managed to find success in Rockaway and now has this huge corner commercial space. Only in this new version of New York City can a person this obnoxious can make a name for himself here, where recidivist criminal behavior not only by common skells but mostly by the ruling class is permitted and rewarded. But that is what that is and it’s not gonna change. He’s probably a good chef but he sucks as shit at fomenting this faux outlaw punk rock vibe for his establishment.

Anyway, this place gives me the creeps, good riddance.