The entire cast of The Sopranos insisted he cook for them at their Connecticut Foxwoods appearance. And rumor has it they wanted him on set, too, during filming. Irony aside, the guy’s life in South Philly reads like a Sopranos script.
No one could have foreseen that the street life, car-stealing, guns, and his family’s association with the “vending machine business,” would lead to a career in food. But it was food that saved his life, says Martorano, now presiding over five Martorano restaurants in Florida and Vegas. The crowds there often include many A-listers, so waits for a table can run to hours.
It Ain’t Sauce, It’s Gravy is part recipe collection and part candid memoir, loaded with obscenities and pictures of the chef’s giant arms and tattoos. Boy, does it make you want to eat and cook.
— FM
