New Yorkers are going gaga for Lady Gagas dads Italian restaurant: Were mobbed every night

Named for a relative, Joanne’s is a West 68th trattoria.Downtown side of the street.

Below a few stone steps.The owner — Joe Germanotta, Lady Gaga’s dad.Small.My kitchen’s larger.

Steps lead to the bar then two jammed crammed slammed-in rooms.Customers ass-to-ass were hanging off light bulbs. Donald’s inaugural was roomier.

From behind a curtain another small VIP private room.Wooden table.

Maybe for Gaga were she not then rehearsing for “SNL.”Served was pasta, meatballs, salad, wine.Tasty but forget looking like a House Beautiful closeup.Every inch of the room’s mobbed.

A drag queen wearing all black flitted around squealing, screaming, shrieking.The mostly female audience loved it. Billy Joel at Madison Square Garden wasn’t as popular.

Said fierce defender of gay rights Joe: “This was supposed to be a listening party for Gaga’s new album ‘Mayhem.’ All we did was announce it on social media.”My fellow VIP diners included a trans person who books events in China and now pairs with Germanotta for a series of moneymaking drag evenings, magician nights, amateur specials.“Business was down after the pandemic,” said Joe.

“We were concerned.Now with special events we’re mobbed every night.”Two other females decorated our table.

The low-cut necklines reached beneath their sneakers.Look, I only know that Joe Germanotta has his own cookbook out.Joanne Trattoria is mobbed every night.

And he’s there every night.Letters to me.Some begin with “Dear Stupid”:Barbara writes that her husband just passed away “and he’d love to see a mention of this in your column.” OK.Marty: “My father was a Tammany Hall leader in the ’40s.

I’m wondering if you knew Ed Loughlin?” No.Rose in Carmel: “I am praying for the sweetest lady.” Ohhh, thank you, thank you.I was afraid she maybe meant Pelosi.

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