I can still remember the aroma of my Gram’s marinara simmering to perfection as if it were yesterday. My mother stood alongside my Gram preparing a feast for Sunday Supper. The house filled with family and good ol’ home cooking. Braciole, Ravioli’s, fresh baked bread, the house smelled nothing short of amazing. Sunday Supper rests strong in my fondest memories. That’s how it was growing up in Boston in a big Italian family. My family never failed to include me in the preparation, little did I know that these recipes and this passion would lead me where I am today.
The Place is my Ode to my Family, a labor of love. After many years of saving, planning, perfecting my dough and building, The Place came to life. Some recipes are inherited from family, others stem from my passion for the craft. One thing is for sure, everything we do here is fresh and original.
