Reciever (of pizza)

New York Pizza

I started college at Seattle University in fall of 2005 and the first week of orientation, our orientation leader took us to Piecora’s. That was the first of many trips there for pizza either in between class for lunch, or as fuel for finals or just wanted to treat myself. After I graduated, I didn’t go as often and I regret it. I’d always suggest going with family when they were in town or with friends to hang out. It was always a top choice.

As an average American, pizza night was a special night that was always looked forward to. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve ordered and enjoyed other pizza’s from bigger chains just like anybody else. Pizza in general is a win. Piecora’s Pizza night was something else entirely. Eating in house, there was a charge in the air that I savored. When ordering take out or delivery, the sight of the box and the Piecora’s logo drew out more excitement and satisfaction than any other pizza to date. It really was special to me.

I last went to Piecora’s a few weeks ago and I must have not noticed that it was closing. If I had known, I would have ordered 4 times as much. I still have that box and I don’t think I’m going to throw it away. When I was there, I saw one of the owners (presumably) that I knew when I first started college. And he recognized me and asked how I’d been doing. It’s been almost 9 years since I first started college and frequenting Piecora’s and over 4 years since I stopped going there regularly. He must see hundreds of faces while bustling about making pizza, and he recognized one friendly face who he hasn’t seen in years. It meant a lot. I wish I had remembered his name.

Only today did I realize Piecora’s had retired. I drove into the parking lot, walked up to the door, saw the sign and my heart fell. I wish I had known and had a proper goodbye. I loved you guys. You are one of my first memories of Seattle and always made me happy. I don’t know what I’ll do now for a pizza that has more than standard pizza night meaning.

In any case, I wish you all the best in life. I hope you all know you were appreciated and made an impression in my life, even if it was just pizza. Take care.

Dear Piecora’s

stranger-suggests

Dear Piecora’s,

I was hoping to take something Piecora’s home with me , and thought I would love to purchase 2 medium sized pizza pans, a double decker pizza holder for your tables, a pizza cutter and some red cups (like 20). My daughter wants the Piecora’s clock, but I am sure so many other people do too. Please let me know when your auction is.

As I mentioned in your goodbye book, I have been coming to Piecora’s since you opened. I started at Seattle University in 1981. In fact, I used to eat at the Kirkland restaurant too, when I worked at Evergreen Hospital. Piecoras’s was great, cheap food and beer, a cool vibe and super nice people, just the perfect thing for those college days. You were a fun place to take a date, then a regular evening out after we got married. Once we had kids, we would pick up pizza every Thursday after getting the kids at the daycare up the street. We continued to frequent your place with kids soccer parties and birthday parties. It was such a cool place to come to on Halloween too. My oldest just started school at S.U and he has been hanging out at Piecora’s with his friends. There aren’t many places that can stay that cool for 30 years and two generations!
Best of luck with your new direction in life and know that if you kind of miss the pizza tossing and want to reopen somewhere, there would be many people thrilled to have you in their neighborhood (like near us in the Mount Baker neighborhood).

Thanks,
Teresa Jensen

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