Oh my, they're dissing my paisan!
You know, madam, whatshisname is making these nostrils not only whiff, but rattle.
Of course whatshisname has always been a
fancier of fine foods, or what he thinks are fine foods; he's of Italianate derivation, after all.
But to insist the source of his lucrative income--he lives modestly, but the
mafiosi all does; it's easier to keep their stash of cash out of the public eye--is from the "restaurant consulting" business is just plain nuts.
Restaurant consultants are a dime a dozen; we even have them out here in the Sandhills of Nebraska.
Nobody makes money in the restaurant consulting business; they all have to take a second job to pay the bills. Many are short-order cooks in diners, or cook in a hospital or nursing home, or if female (i.e., the husband already has money coming in from his job) do catering on the side. One of them I know, is a small-town police officer. Another uses the backhoe at the cemetery.
There's no way whatshisname is making a bundle in the restaurant consulting business.
In the restaurant protection racket, however, that's another story.