I just happened to hear owner Giancarlo Sessa mention it this morning when I dropped in on the off chance they'd have gaskets for my Bialetti (they didn't, but they're easy enough to order online).  I did not leave empty-handed, however.  It would be almost impossible to.  I took away an excellent eggplant parmesan sandwich, some marinated artichoke hearts, and, best of all, some imported ribollita. 

Sessa's isn't doing anything special for the big anniversary (the ribollita was a good deal, though, I have to say).  When I congratulated Sessa, himself, who's in his mid-fifties, balding, and pleasantly plump, he told me, "when I started out I was tall, skinny, and had a full head of dark, curly hair, like you."

"So what's the lesson?" I asked him.

"Eat!" He laughed. "Eat!"

Of course, Sessa is biased, but it's excellent advice, nonetheless.  That ribollita hit the spot.