Yet, he has during this lengthy period endured bum shoulders, dire predictions, burglaries, financial strain, bum knees, mob-connected investigations, and the latest and most daunting obstacle for a person in his industry, the Coronavirus Pandemic. “When can I get out of this funk…when will it ever end?” asks Mr. Trani, speaking for himself and hundreds of thousands of other restaurateurs around the country. “It just goes on and on and on. The good news is that I’m sold out on my patio almost nightly. But just fourteen tables. The bad news is that I’m still losing money because my bar inside is closed to the public, as is everything else inside other than the kitchen. I’ve dropped about three hundred thousand dollars in the past seven months.” Phil Trani is seated behind a table in his dining room gloom of emptiness, as his inquisitor addresses him from six feet away, which is the Long Beach Health Department-mandated social distance separation. [Scroll down for further.] The ad space immediately above donated by LBREPORT.com