I had the pleasure to work with the Piecora Family beginning in 1982. I had just completed a 3 year hitch in the US Navy and moved to Seattle to attend college at the urging of my life long best friend Mike Thomas. We lived at 1515 East Madison just a few hundred yards up the hill so I could get to work quickly when needed.
It was such a great time in the infancy of the pizzeria. There was no beer or alcohol served in the restaurant other than what we brought up into the loft and consumed quickly! There was Danny leading the way along with Richie being the operations man he was…Never did he get rattled. There was Angelo making his signature cheesecakes….WOW those were tasty Angelo. James, he was the carpenter and fix it man slowly building-out the store as cash became available. There was Deb sliding in to do the books and she was always good for a chuckle.
I was tasked at unloading those 50 pound sacks of flour, cases of tomato’s and carry them up the steps into the loft. With each step up to the loft, the sweat began to pour out and by the time I was done I looked like Tony Montana in Scarface……My face was blanketed with a powder coating but that only meant that soon we would spend the $4.99 to get a case of Heidelberg Beer “Keg Bottles” and wash away the parched throats.
Piecora’s then became a destination prior to Sonics games, Husky games or just a jaunt in the city. I brought my friends and family to the restaurant as they grew up and realized life had become full circle when my son Chris and daughter Elisa traveled for the slice and soda as students as S.U.
The family was committed to the community which they served for 32 years and contributed in many ways as a piece of Americana closes its doors………
However, when a door closes on the memories which were created, there is always a window for new opportunity…..
Richie, Danny & Deb get some rest as you truly deserve it!
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We came to Seattle in the fall of 1982 and had an apartment on 12th and Howell. Mark was in school and Heather had a $5/hr job, so dining out was rarity, and Piecora’s was, more often than not, the place we splurged. Where else could you get so much flavor for such a reasonable price?
Later, Piecora’s became Mark’s sister’s favorite, whenever she brought her two young sons to Seattle. Growing up in conservative southern Idaho, Piecora’s people were part of the attraction. They loved taking part in the wild diversity, servers and customers, knowing they themselves looked like fish out of water among denizens of Capitol Hill.
We never lost our love of Piecora’s from Day 1 (or nearly so) to the final day.
I am attaching a couple of pictures I snapped on April 15th waiting in line for our final pie. Thanks, everyone, and best of luck. I hope some of you pizza-makers spawn a new place with as much character and integrity. We’ll be looking for you.