Did you ever go to the Roma in Cleveland Park?
Broke my heart when that place closed. I would’ve given anything to get one of the animals. My favorite was the screaming monkey on the cigarette machine.
My aunt and her boyfriend ate at Roma in Cleveland Park almost every night for more than twenty years. They were strict Catholics who didn’t believe in divorce, or fooling around for that matter, and they had to wait for his first wife to die before they could get married. It was sad and sweet, but where could you find that type of devotion these days.
The Roma went downhill fast after Mrs Abbo died. Her son wasn’t interested in running it