From the Motherland Video (MV)

We'll go out to dinner and she won't allow bread to come, you know, you know, you know how hard that is. What'd you become? A man? I not to be chauvinist, but like, Oh man, I'm a man. I'm 52. I work make money. If I want bread, I'm going to eat the bread because I earned that bread. Who's paying the bill tonight? I'll pay the bill.

We don't want any bread. Yeah, we..the gluten.
And then she tells me don't sulk cause I sulk, that's the best time at, at a restaurant, cause she won't let me have bread and I'm pissed at her, if you knew. And I, you know what man, when I go on the road and I'm eating a lot of bread just because and it's going to be rebellious, angry, just, Oh, am I not allowed to have this hon. mmm, I must have stained my shirt with the oil.

So she calls me up alright, I'm going to meet you in, Italy's going to be great. Okay, how are you doing? I'm doing alright, How's, how are you doing eating and drinking. Oh you know, doing all right. And I actually, you felt good. And I was gonna and I was gonna. Uh, I thought, okay, now I'm safe. My wife's coming and no more gorging and eating like a savage.
She comes to Italy.
This was a very moving moment for me. It told a lot. Waitress comes over (Singing in Itallian, hey you lika the bread) and there is steam coming up, steam, smell me, I know you're thinking New York and Brooklyn bread is amazing from the water but this is from the Motherland, smell it. It is made from love
(Singing Italian)

My elephant ears at doing this and she goes, the ways you, and I thought she was going to say, she goes, he listened to waitress. Excuse me. I went, Oh my God, I have to make a stance here. If she says I can't have the bread, we are in Italy, I'll sit up and she goes, can we have oil for the bread?

Oh, went, Oh my God, my wife's awesome. She's starting to, cause this is a big moment for someone. Like, you know, if you travel, whatever, whatever side works you do, like being recognized or acknowledged in a way just like everyone does. Like wow, you finally, that's so cool. You get that. I'm busting my ass trying to make people laugh in Europe counting, you know, I just booked a tour thinking the Mets aren't gonna make it and you're gonna allow me to have this bread and know that, you know, I like olive oil with the bread and as she goes, do you have cheese? Why I love this woman? This is why I I'm married to her and then she proceeds to look at me, take the bread and sweetie do. And she was this totally different. It's got no preservatives or name fee. It's gluten free. And both of us at a watering hole like
I want the NPs , too little fatsos is Mrs and Mrs. Brewer fatsos tearing it up in Italy. It was great.