Editor Josh Resnek and the best known and most influential piece of dress up clothing being worn in Everett for the past decade discuss everything about the city, its past, present and future. The Blue Suit remains one of the best known personalities in the city. Let’s face it, how many suits have a personality? Good question, isn’t it. How many suits live and breathe, talk and walk and love to eat? The only one I know is the Blue Suit, my good friend and sidekick every Tuesday.
We met for lunch at Oliveira’s in Everett Square Tuesday right at noon.
As usual, Oliveira’s was spotlessly clean with the buffet looking mighty tasty and the meats being grilled on racks at the end of the walkway.
Sirloin, chicken, sausage and lamb on large skewers turned round and round broiling brilliantly, smelling brilliant, and dripping profusely their natural essence.
“Oh boy,” the Blue Suit said almost clapping his hands. “I am so hungry you can’t believe it.”
“I can believe it. I do believe it. I know you. I pay for you. I often go broke for the day trying to treat you to lunch,” I replied.
The Blue Suit handed two plates to the man behind the counter. “Fill them up, please,” the Blue Suit told him.
‘What do you want?” the Portuguese man manning the grill counter asked the Blue Suit.
“Wait a minute. Don’t I know you?” the counter man asked the Blue Suit. “Haven’t I seen you around city hall?”
“Yes,” the Blue Suit replied. “That’s me. I’ve met you two or three times but I was too busy to talk.”
“What will it be Mr. Blue Suit?” the counter man asked.
“How about some sirloin?”
The Blue Suit smacked his lips.
“Yeah. Cut me about a dozen slices of really rare sirloin with extra fat on it if you can,” the Blue Suit asked him.
The counter man took a skewer of sirloin. With a sharp knife, he sliced about a dozen portions of fatty, rare sirloin.
“Anything else?” he asked the Blue Suit.
Oh yes,” the Blue Suit replied. “I’ll have a half dozen pieces of sausage.”
The counter man took a skewer of sausage from the grill stack. He removed six sausages. He placed them neatly side by side, next to the sliced sirloin on the first plate.
“Should I get lamb?” the Blue Suit asked the grill man.
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