Camille's: Va-Hi Red Sauce Sundays

Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, Camille, that pot on the stove in 1982...

[Verse 1]
At 1186 North Highland Avenue,
you simmered your first batch, Camille Annese,
red sauce bubbling like a Sunday promise.
Veal Parmigiana waiting in the wings,
lasagna layers stacking secrets high.
I remember the steam rising,
wrapping the room in garlic and oregano hugs.
You were the heart, that thick, unyielding red,
coating every forkful with thirty-one years of care.

[Chorus]
Red sauce, my old friend, you never changed,
not for trends or fleeting tastes.
From opening night to June 30, 2013,
you stayed true, comforting the families who came.
Virginia-Highland evenings, plates piled high,
lasagna melting on the tongue,
veal tender under your crimson blanket.
Oh, how you held us together.

[Verse 2]
Camille, you'd say it's the end of an era,
looking forward to retirement, but we lingered.
The scent of your sauce clinging to the walls,
like echoes of laughter from red-sauce Sundays.
That address, now Yeah! Burger's domain,
but in memory, it's forever your kitchen.
I address you now, dear sauce,
intimate as a whispered recipe passed down.

[Bridge]
No trends touched you, no fusion experiments,
just pure, hearty red, the way Nonna intended.
Families gathered, forks clinking,
stories spilling over like overflow from your pot.

[Verse 3]
Lasagna sheets soft from your embrace,
veal parm golden and crisp beneath.
Camille Annese, your hands stirred magic,
from '82 to that final Sunday close.
We miss the unpretentious glow,
the sauce that bound us, simple and profound.

[Chorus]
Red sauce, my old friend, you never changed,
not for trends or fleeting tastes.
From opening night to June 30, 2013,
you stayed true, comforting the families who came.
Virginia-Highland evenings, plates piled high,
lasagna melting on the tongue,
veal tender under your crimson blanket.
Oh, how you held us together.

[Outro]
Farewell, red sauce of Camille's,
your flavor lingers on our lips forever.