— Our story
It started with Lucia, a rolling pin, and a borrowed table.
In 1998, Lucia Ferraro turned the front room of a corner storefront into a kitchen and set out one long table she'd borrowed from the church hall. She cooked the way her mother cooked outside Bologna — slowly, generously, and for far more people than she'd planned for.
The table never went back. Word travelled the block, then the neighborhood. Birthdays were celebrated here. First dates turned into anniversaries. Kids who did their homework in the corner booth now bring their own kids.
Today Lucia's son Marco runs the kitchen and her granddaughter Gia greets you at the door, but nothing important has changed: the pasta is still rolled by hand every morning, the sauce still simmers from dawn, and there's still one long table where nobody eats alone.
Marco & Gia Ferraro
Second & third generation
“We don't have regulars. We have family who happens to pay the check.”
