By Janelle Nanos

I'm an Italian by marriage, and every meal with my extended family ends with stories of Grandpa Mario, a first-generation Italian-American who lived his life fast and bold. After attaining financial success, he often spent lavishly on his friends and loved ones.

He was a good Catholic, but was so notoriously impatient that he'd receive his Communion wafer, then duck out of church before Mass was over. When it came to food, he eschewed trends for classics. Want a quintessential Italian meal? He always knew just the place in any city. 

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