Christopher John Ambrose led his family to NJ the weekend of March 6 & 7, so his mom Tina could attend a shower for cousin Michelle Murillo held in Bayonne. During that weekend Christopher established himself as “The Terror of Totowa” at his Pop’s house by running rampant and nonstop, taking down everything and anything in his path, including cats, dogs, cable tv boxes, toy trains, etc.
On Sunday, his day of rest, he took his folks to a New Jersey dive diner Rutt’s Hut, notorious as a hang-out for before-noon, alcohol-guzzling barflies and and as a biker road stop.
The sign told us just where we were, i.e. at the place where you could order deep-fried hot dogs called “Rippers.”

Still napping upon arrival, Christopher captured the admiration of the chef who came to greet us and who only wished Chris would wake up to enjoy a bite from a “Ripper.”.
We were invited to be seated in the antique, atmospheric, bar room where its dark-wood paneling glistened with countless layers of shellac.

Well, Chris eventually did wake up and went right to town, enjoying the “Ripper” endorsed by the American Academy of Pediatrics Council on Nutrition, and Gerber Baby Food award-winning special!


Afterwards, we went for our Sunday morning ritual visit to San Remo where Christopher met and was greeted by brilliant centenarian Ralph Golzio, who interrupted his discussion on the subject of the CERN particle accelerator and sub-atomic physics (I kid you not!) to shake hands with Chris.
So cute is Chris’s face that Ralph asked if he was a girl. When I corrected him and said chris was a boy, Ralph remarked that at this point in life Chris was as pretty as a girl.
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