That guy rockedGrandpa Al Lewis all the way baby. Remember back in the early 90's(?) while hopping punk clubs we bumped into him outside his restaurant. He chatted with us a bit, torched up a cigar, told a few stories and killed 20 minutes having fun with a bunch of wandering half drunk punks. Endearing and funny as hell, told us he would have invited us in for a meal on the house but he had a dress code that excluded mohawks and safety pins, but would have bent the rules if we were dressed as vampires.