Ken Bone Already Has Specials Named After Him At Vinnie's Pizzeria In Brooklyn

What a meteoric rise for the people’s champion, Ken Bone. He captures the internet’s heart last night, does the media rounds today, and tops it off with the mark of any true celebrity, having something on a menu named after you. And even though I would KILL to have something on a menu named after me, I cannot get mad at Kenny Bone one bit. He is the face of the common man. The Bambino of the Bourgeoisie. A true salt of the Earth guy.
So much so that I bet Kenny probably wouldn’t even like eating any of these specials.

Ken strikes me as a guy who goes strictly with a jar of Ragu and Kraft parmesan cheese in the green cylinder when eating pasta. Nothing fancy about dinner in the Bone household. Pizza Fridays are strictly cheese pizza. No pepperoni. No Sicilian. Just a large cheese pie for the Bones. Maybe garlic knots if someone’s birthday happens to fall on a Friday. And there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. Ken Bone is both the hero we need and the hero we deserve.