Cesar Ordaz saw some crazy shit go down at the late Noble Square Italian restaurant Corosh. For about a decade in the early oughts, his dad worked as a chef there, and that’s where wee Ordaz frequently hung out waiting for him.

“I’d be at the edge of the bar, a little kid—seven, eight years old,” he says. “Just sitting down waiting for my dad’s shift to end at three o’clock in the morning. Every New Year’s Eve, they would have a ticketed event with DJs on every floor and unlimited drinks. I would see the people having a blast, dancing on top of the bar, and this huge Polish bouncer kicking people out—literally lifting people up in the air and throwing them out like the scene in the The Fresh Prince of Bel Air .”

Good times, he says.

And maybe that’s why Italian food stuck with him—p

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