Sunday Will Never Be the Same

Um. I’m not Italian, but a lot of Italians I know enjoy their Sunday dinner very early evening/late afternoon. Opening Montoni’s at five? Great business move. Instead of cutting back hours…how about letting some “staff” go? Here’s my list of everyone who works or has sought employment at Montoni’s:

  1. Les (weekends)
  2. Khan
  3. Cory (only on Valentine’s Day or after getting in trouble at school)
  4. Wally
  5. Maddie
  6. Crazy Harry (not an employee but drives Maddie on deliveries)
  7. Summer
  8. Keisha (only asked for a job so as not to be outdone by Sum’ Mo’)
  9. Rachel (longest-tenured Montoni’s employee)
  10. Nameless girl seen here with Rachel
  11. The two blondes with Rachel in the upper-right of this (pre-time-jump) picture
  12. Chef Carlo Mastriani: one of the characters featured on the website whom we have yet to see in the strip.

Let me know if I forgot anybody. And what’s with these two leering at each other in panel three? Per favore, hope they’re not gonna go at it right there on the counter…

Last of the Montoni’s

Mutt and Jeff Funky and Les return to a typically somber Westview Welcome. Now that these birds have returned to Ohio, isn’t it time for Tony to fly home as well? Bet he’ll be pleased to see what a good steward Funky has been to the business that bears his family name. At any rate, Tony’s sure to feel happy that at least Les was able to leverage this business trip to seal his book deal, right? Right?

Can you imagine us years from today, sharing a parkbench quietly…


After a whirlwind week in the Big City, the old friends sit on their park bench like bookends…and bitch and moan about life. Please explain, if you can: who are the “greedy, amoral morons” who have ruined Funky’s life? It was barely two years ago that he was the cover boy for Pizza World magazine. Now his empire is down to just one store. And the reader is expected to believe that this is the fault of anyone besides the inept, ill-tempered, unlikeable jerk whose cost-cutting, penny-pinching management style ran the business into the ground?

Or maybe said “morons” are really those who hate on TB’s Pulitzer-worthy “writing”? It isn’t the first time that the author has used his strip to take us Philistines to task…

If I Can't Make It There, Can't Make It Anywhere…

The sign on the door says it all: Out of Business. Funky and Les bid arrivederci to the New York store. But in a final “F you” to the landlord and to all New Yorkers, before locking up, the boys have left every  faucet in the place wide open…note the water just beginning to seep out at the bottom of the window in panel 2. Take that, City of Broken Dreams!