When my oldest sister got her first job, she'd bring home Sammy's Pizza from your downtown place. We could hardly contain ourselves when she got her paycheck! That was in 1963! As we got older, my three sisters moved to California, and I was the lucky one who stayed! My family and I can get Sammy's anytime we want. Well, we TRULY have made it not only a "Family Tradition", but a generational one, also. My 94 year old mother LOVES your pepperoni pizza, as I do. When my sisters come back to visit each year, one of THE first questions they ask is, "OK. When can everyone get together for Sammy's?" So we all check our schedules, and we are set to go. Downtown Sammy's is where we all gather. We miss my dad, Walt, at the gatherings. He passed in 2003, and though a full blooded Finlander, was ready to dig in to Sammy's sausage pizza! My wife, Laurie, daughters, son-in-law, and my 2 1/2 year old grandson all make the trip each time, too. When my grandson sees the waitress coming with the family size pizzas, he yells at the top of his lungs, "PIZZA!" and after she sets them down, he always says "Thank You!". Manners first, stuffing our faces second.
We truly have made many years of memories around the table at Sammy's. Always a friendly crew, top of the line pizza creators, and warm surroundings, make this family want to continue the tradition for many HUNGRY years to come. From a 94 year old, down to a toddler, we all enjoy the food and the laughs when we enter the door! Thanks, Sammy's, for the many memories.