My Sammy's Pizza story begins in the early 1960's. Friday night was a special night. Dad and Mom allowed my brother and me to stay up late to watch Sea Hunt reruns on TV and they would order a Sammy's pizza to go from the West Duluth store--always sausage, mushroom and green pepper--my favorite to this day. I always went with my dad to pick it up and I loved to watch the guys put the dough through the rolling machine, twirl it in their hands and toss it in the air. Instead of a cardboard box, they wrapped the pizza in a thin paper bag which I would hold securely on my lap during the ride home. The aroma of the pizza would fill the car and I could feel the warmth on my legs. At home, we would devour the little squares washing them down with our bottles of Coke - another Friday night treat. Through the years, Sammy's pizza has been a staple. When my kids would come home from college and bring their friends along, we always had to introduce them to Sammy's pizza. My dad passed away 2 months ago and he was able to enjoy his favorite pizza (now kosher, mushroom and green pepper) a week before he died. I even mentione his love of Sammy's Pizza in his eulogy! After the funeral with the whole family home, we called the West Duluth Sammy's pizza once again. Dad would have wanted it that way! Thanks!
My Sammy's Story
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