This is one way to make prosecutors mangia crow.
A day after convincing a judge that the food in jail was so bad for him that he needs to be let out on bail, reputed mobster John “Porky” Zancocchio stuck it to the feds by stepping out of a Manhattan lockup and downing a carb-and-cholesterol-filled, food-cart hot dog.
“Keep the change,” the 60-year-old reputed gangster told the elated vendor Tuesday as he handed him a $20 bill, telling him to keep the change for the $2 frank, which was slathered in mustard and sauerkraut.
When asked how the dirty-water delicacy tasted compared to his jail-house meals — which he claimed aggravated chronic diabetes and thyroid issues — Zancocchio summed it up in one word: “Excellent!”
Zancocchio, who is believed to have served as both a capo and consigliere in the Bonanno family, will face trial next year on loansharking and bookmaking charges.
He had been free on $1 million bail until last February, when he was tossed into Manhattan’s Metropolitan Correctional Center for violating the terms of his house arrest by visiting two Staten Island Italian restaurants and a bakery without permission from the court.
He had only been let out of the house to attend his aunt’s funeral.
But on Monday, Zancocchio convinced a judge — over the strong objection of prosecutors — that he should be let back out until his trial because the food in jail is killing him.
“The dietary regimen at the MCC, which consists nearly entirely of sugar and carbohydrates, dangerously exasperates his condition,” his lawyer John Meringolo claimed in papers.
At Monday’s hearing Meringolo said Zancocchio’s problems require him to get exercise and decent food. To the feds‘ surprise, Judge Alvin Hellerstein agreed to his release.
“Don’t violate it!” the judge said. “No, your honor, no,” Zancocchio replied.
And then he promptly downed a 280-calorie dog — which has roughly 17.5 grams of fat, 850 mg of sodium, 45 mg of cholesterol and 24 grams of carbs without even counting the sauerkraut. Zancocchio told The Post his first real meal will be “a nice steak.” But he’ll eat it at home per his GPS-monitored bail.
“I’m on home confinement,” he said. Asked what was the worst thing he ate in prison, Zancocchio joked: “They didn’t feed me so I had to eat a waterbug.”
He later added that it was really accidental.
“It went in my food. There’s a lot of waterbugs,” he said of the downtown Manhattan prison.
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