“Go west, young woman,” the caravan leader advised me. So I Googled my way to Bosco’s Family Restaurant, a watering hole in Amsterdam. Sidekick Johnny Concho parked the buckboard in the lot across the street. A modest structure on a city corner in northwest Amsterdam, Bosco’s welcomed us hungry travelers with large block red neon-lit letters shouting “OPEN.”
The deliveryperson who held the door open for me advised unprompted, “Best calzones anywhere.” The hostess/bartender showed us to one of the seven tables past the bar on the right, handed us menus and took our drink orders. The menu was a relatively brief recitation of standard Italian dishes including pizza and calzones. Appetizers, salads and hot sandwiches accompanied complete dinners of veal, chicken, seafood and pasta. A few specials were posted, some of which were unavailable by the time we arrived.
