Oh, no, thisismypizzeriaBillCallie's inCarrollGardens, Brooklyn.
Thiswasanoldcandystorethat I hungout, andas a kidonmyparentshungouthereaskids, theymayhaveevenmethere, and I gofor a cupofcoffeeonedayand I runintoRoseMarie, whothestorebelongto, and a X ofwhatwasgoingonwiththestore.
Youknow, everytime I gothere, it's close.
Andshetoldmetheywererentingthespaceoutand, like a lightbulbwentoff, and I justreallywantedtosaveit.
And, youknow, therestishistory.
Threedayslater, I'm signingthelease.
It's notthatit's importanttohave a pizzeriainCarrollGardens.
It's justthatthisismyneighborhood.
Thisiswhere I justlovebeinghere, wanttobehere, and I wanttobeanywhereelse.
Theywere.
Sopeoplehearthatthat I wasinkindergartenwiththat I stillseeon a dailybasis.
CarrollGardenswasthisamazinglittleneighborhoodthatnottoomanypeopleknowabout, andithadsuchamazingrestaurantshere, andthere's still a smallhandfulofplacesleft.
I mean, youhaveFernando's, Esposito's porkstore, Mazzola's Bakery, Caputo's BakeryandCaputo's deli.
Otherthanthat, I don't thinkthere's muchleft.
Yourveryfirstlawbreadthat's onme.
Moreoldneighborhood.
Giveittothegirls.
Allright, thankyouverymuch.
BreadmadewithlawSalamion a lotofblackpepper.
Mybrotherbroughtsomethingtoourattention, andhewassaying, Likegrowingupinthisneighborhoodwaslikeplayingin a minefieldwedidn't realize, likeallthestuffthatwasgoingonandhowunsafeitwas.