Mulberry Street Pizzeria

When I was about 14 years old I got my first job at a steakhouse near our home in Mahopac, right off Taconic Parkway. If anything needed to be done, I did it. It didn't take long for me to start working as a cook. I was a natural. I owe that to my mother too since I would often sit around as a young boy and watch her make our family meals.

She was, hands down, the world's best cook. Before I was ten she had taught me how to make mashed potatoes, meat balls and steak omelets. She also taught me how to make marinara sauce so I guess I was destined for the pizza business. I used to stop at a nearby coffee shop to unwind before heading home.