old school Chicago Italian
You know it when you see it.
Peanut gallery: "Look at that guy sitting in the old rickety lawn chair, wearing a V-neck undershirt, tan chinos, and sunglasses, while reading the newspaper and smoking a stubby cigar. Looks like he takes very good care of his vegetable garden, and his grandkids appear to respect the hell out of him. He's old school Chicago Italian. Oh, damn: His wife just handed him a deli sandwich from Alpine Imports and a can of Old Style! Let's get the hell out of here before he kicks our asses!"
Italian guy: "You steppa on my grass, I breaka you face!"
Italian guy: "You steppa on my grass, I breaka you face!"