A man who looked to be in his 50s squints at you. He is wearing an 80s style suit with a bowtie.
Fake, unless it's his old suit from 10 years ago he paid no extra money for but it still fit (which he also mentions for no reason).
More realisticly, he wears a shirt with either:
- Calimero (Italian cartoon fledgling), optional with his own beard attached like a shitty emote
- The King Of Hate (for no reason)
- Anniversary version with "10 Years of Penne" despite it's already year 12
- Very first image of an Italian with a pizza he found on Google
- Fan-motive with hidden Tevin references
- Black begging shirt
His pants are just pajamas.
Edit. My own version if the current Phil would run a restaurant:
When you enter the restaurant "The Burnelli", a location in mostly dull brown and gray (and Christmas decorations in mid June) it's filled with disabled guests and you question yourself if you took the wrong door. But it smells like authentic burned meatballs so this could just be an event. As you enter, the service wants to see your papers. Fortunately your name doesn't resemble a competing pizzeria or else they would ban you from this location immediately without explanation.
As you sit down and listen to the guests they all seem to make fun of the interior, food and even the chef, all that to the painful ambience music of Phil singing songs about thucks on the floor. While your ears bleed in confusion you have to wait 30 minutes before the service actually gives you the menu with the words "I have no idea who you are, but have a chill fun time".
The menu itself is filled with introductions, the history of The Burnelli, troubles with the place (even below each individual food) and how "Tevin's Burgers" on the other side of the country ruined his reputation.
There are tasties like microwaved chicken, red meat from last week, bacon sandwich from the floor and of course the homemade authentic Burnelli sauce which is a legend under all known acids. Some say droplets still eat their way to the Earth's core. For some reason every menu is labeled "special" and "authentic" but only get names like "Spaghetti #1" and "Spaghetti #2".
After another hour the service comes to you and instead of taking your order he tells you how to support The Burnelli, the exact several methods and then vanishes for another 30 minutes. Meanwhile you see a fat dude lean in to the security, who throws out a guest with dyed hair, the fat guy then goes on a tyrade about dyed hair, yelling from the last corner of the house in complete safety.
Finally you can order drinks and meal, but what you get instead is a completely different meal. The service explains that stupid assholes put up the menu and order this specific meal even so they know the ingredients are expensive and the meal hard to make. So the boss made an executive decision and limits the menu to "Ordinary Menu #5" , without asking.
As it turns out the food's taste doesn't entertain your taste bud very much. It's like the physical embodiment of watching paint dry as it's below mediocre, unseasoned, tasteless, joyless, tough and overflowing with salt; which is all you can taste.
You put that stuff away and take a good sip of "Detractor Brew", the cherry juice which makes nasty shit stomachable.
You ask for the manager but nobody reacts to your words, until you take your wallet to hand. There he waddles, the fat guy from before and snorts in your general direction, takes the money you owe him and states: "A customer has a complaint I won't adress, thank you for the money dummy" and vanishes with mentioned money plus taxes for each individual ingredient.
Again you can hear a ramble from behind where he seems to speak to his cook, but as you look around the corner he stands in front of a camera, yells and flails while loosing eye contact to the lense. It turns out it's a direct stream to the restaurant on several 4k TVs: "I received a message from a source I can't mentioned at this moment, nothing I could do, nothing I did wrong, nothing you did wrong. All I can say is I NEED YOUR MONEY or else I can't maintain my restaurant, just being honest here, not even joking. I also have to keep up my second restaurant, sure it's empty but the costs kill me, you know what I mean" which slowly fades away as you slowly leave The Burnelli backwards.