Start Thanksgiving with a hangover... suggested Frank ManZetti who kept his Tavern open until 2 a.m. the Wednesday before. I thought that strategy was somewhat smart, as it would help prevent you from eating so much. I personally prefer a turkey coma to a hangover… but that’s just me. Though, either way you feel tired and in need of Pepto.

After my college graduation, as I was packing to move to NYC, my mom told me, “The difference between being an artist and a starving artist, is the ability to sell and market yourself.” … and I just stopped having to ask her for money. But the perk of being an artist up for sale is not only do you not starve, you get to eat at places like ManZetti’s — for the small cost of having to listen to a sales pitch for an opportunity.

I went when it first opened for a dinner and drink meeting - the kind of meeting where you just shoot the shit and bull spit… and try to figure out if you’re buying what the other person is selling and picking up what they’re putting down. Sometimes I wish I had minored in business in college. Let’s just say I’m in an industry where you get fed a lot of bullshit, and I know what it tastes like… but at Manzetti’s you get fed a good portion of salad, steak and seafood... and that tastes a lot better.

So, of course I personally enjoyed Manetti’s — I got an opportunity with a side of dinner, didn’t have to pay my tab, and got my ass kissed.

ManZetti’s Tavern is the perfect place for a networking nightlife.

Its a upscale restaurant, thus an upscale lounge. The kind of place where typically top shelf liquor is their well. You know… your typical SouthPark venue.

But you wouldn't judge that by their ad, which shows pretty girls with perfect bodies in cut off shirts and short shirts ... yet, my server was a middle aged guy wearing a tux type uniform.