The author mentioned that McCarthy had placed a character at Mosca's. I grew up down the road from Mosca's and to this day have never eaten there. Growing up, e

The author mentioned that McCarthy had placed a character at Mosca's. I grew up down the road from Mosca's and to this day have never eaten there. Growing up, everyone used to talk about the mobsters (Carlos Marcello and associates) who would show up to eat at the establishment. It was only open on the weekends, and you can definitely drive right past the place without even noticing that it's there. A little white building capable of holding maybe 2 dozen patrons at its best, but supposedly some of the best Italian food you can find anywhere in the US. It's funny that the author mentions that Mosca's didn't serve clams. Growing up, clams to people in the area were garbage food and not worth messing with because of all the other seafood options. Not because of any pretense, mind you. It's just that when families wanted to have unpaved driveways and road construction crews wanted to use a filler of sorts to make for temporary roadways, down there we used dredged clam shells. I know that at some point, it went out of practice... my grandparents' drive was covered in clam shells... and I distinctly remember bailing on my bike one day while attempting to ride down to the crevasse pond and getting a clam shell stuck in my knee. Had to dig that out with a pocket knife and some pliers. I still went on my way to fish after that, and to this day am amazed by my good fortune of not catching an infection because I still have the scar.