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On Saturday evenings at Miceli's Restaurant, the oldest Italian restaurant in Hollywood, relive the days of Frank, Dino and Sammy with Tony Mack and his buddies. Come. Eat. Drink. Be merry, Baby.

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Tony Mack's Swingin' L.A. is a satire, chickiebaby. A Rat Pack clam-bake that's a weekly variety show/60's Vegas-type shindig. Tony Mack's the gumba that's gathered together a couple of other Rat Pack wannabes, Johnny Braggo and Freddie Gold. These three Clydes and their gaggle of whackos valiantly attempt to put on a show that's worthy of the "Gods of Mount Olympus" Frank, Dean and Sammy. Eddie Woolf, the show's hip, Hollywood, modern guy announcer-type, does the play-by-play, much to Tony's chagrin. Tony and The Boys crack wise in the swingin' style of 1963 Sin City. They fracture themselves with one-liners aimed at race and sex. To them, it's a real gasser. To Eddie, it's dark ages dinosaur yucks that don't fly with his modern MTV groove.

OUR LITTLE GROUP
Back Row: Bubbles, Joe, Tommy, Jack, Blackjack and Toni.
In Da Front: Johhny, Freddie, Tony and Eddie