In 1964 Marguerite and I started serving pizza and sandwiches from a small corner in the back of a bar called the Squan Tavern. I was a meat cutter in a supermarket in Long Branch during the day and used to drive down to Manasquan at night to work at the Squan Tavern serving the foods that I was raised on.
My parents had been in the restaurant business most of their lives since coming over to America from southern Italy in their teens, and I inherited not only their recipes, but also their commitment to quality and service.