Capri Pizzeria and Restaurant wasn't just a pizzeria it was our family's foundation before we even knew we were building something.

It's where my dad learned about hard-work and perseverance. 

It's where our parents me and fell in love. Our Mom was only supposed to be on summer break between college semesters. Our Dad was cracking jokes between making pizzas and dropping one liners. She finished College; but, eventually, and with us in tow.
This is where our grandma was a hostesses; the ONLY summer that they have ever had one.
It's where our siblings came for free food and dumped quarters in the jukebox to play the songs that Our Mom cultivated to be in there.
For me, ages 7 through 13 I would fold pizza boxes, roll dough balls or bus tables for arcade money (Child Labor laws existed but it's a family business and also the "nineties").

Eventually I was old enough to be on the schedule for my own shifts. My parents had finished getting their degrees and both had state jobs by the time I was 16 but the first couple of years, I watched her manage me and everyone else. She was fair but thorough. She cared about the people in there and taught me how to lead with compassion. Just as my mom was getting out of the industry, my sister was old enough to hop in. My Irish Twin is one of two sisters that I have been blessed with; and the only sister that was tag-teaming Capri's dining room with me. 

Shop in a different town, when my daughter was a baby & toddler. 

My (Baby) sister and (now) business partner didn't work shifts at Capri but she always came in with Nico. They would have me or my Irish Twin get them slices while we were getting stuff for tables that we were waiting on. Courtney would request a white broccoli slice and Nico would request the access to the soda machine with his Pepperoni and Bacon Slice. If we weren't busy, we let him. If not, he would have me mix all the sodas at the fountain into one big cup with ice.

To my family and I, my brother is in every corner of that Village.

The only boy and a carbon copy of our dad; twenty years wasn't long enough and twenty more wouldn't have been either.

During the duration of his whole life, someone in our family was always on a Capri shift and as the "baby" of the family he got away with getting arcade out of me without having to bus tables.

From 1979-2015, someone from "The Scroggy's" was on the schedule.

The last shift I worked, I nurse my daughter in the same backroom that our mom nursed us in.
Now she's running around the neighborhood with her friends, while I simmer sauce- filling our house with the same smells that raised me. I brought her back to Capri multiple times but it's been sporadic enough to be "familiar" while also "intriguing"... back to the neon lights, the garlic knots, and the stories still stuck to the walls, I can't help but go behind the counter and throw our slices in myself. It gives me a chance to kiss the cheeks of family members and get filled in on the drama.

Capri is where I learned:

How to work; How to lead; How to laugh through chaos; And how to love people immensely with your sleeves rolled up and flour on your apron

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If you're in Lake George Village, go to Capri Pizzeria between 11AM-12 AM. Buy a slice, take a picture with Todd at the counter (PM Hours) or in-front of the wall with the Family Pictures of Rocco and His Sons.

Bonus points if you play songs in the JukeBox!

Tag us and I'll give you 50% off your next sub.

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Fast Forward to My Own Motherhood Journey- I worked at multiple Pizza Shops and managed to get a position as a counter girl with my baby sister. We were finally slinging' slices together.

It was at this in the parking lot of this Pizza Shop that I changed her world with the news of our brother passing and it was also in this Pizza Shop that we laughed, danced and received Christmas Cards from customers.

It's been almost a decade but the circle back was inevitable.

Founding Hoagies & Boagies is about hot subs, scratch-made sides, and authentic Italian-American Attitude. From a small town in Upstate New York to a Food Truck Operation in Austin; The scenery might be different but the foundation is solid. Same sauce, Same sarcasm, Same love; Ready to Keep it Weird. 

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This is Hoagies & Boagies.