[Dr. Sivana]

My dad would bring home a pepperoni meat roll from an Italian deli in Pittsburgh, and eat in the kitchen, and my mother would say,"why do yea eat that dago shit"

I grew up in Connecticut. My German-Irish father wanted my English-Polish mother to cook Italian before they got married, so she found an Italian grandmother in East Haven, Connecticut, and she made a lasagna as good as any I ever had, and better than 99% of them. In Connecticut, the Irish, Germans and others figured out the Italians doe that better.

Eventually, I moved to Rockford, Illinois. Plenty of Italians, but the Swedes and Norwegians have no appreciation, and good Italian cooking never flourished there.

Here in Phoenix, there's plenty of good Italian ood available (both restauarant and grocery ingredients), it just doesn't dominate like it did in Connecticut.

[DallasBiff]

My mother every week, would make cabbage rolls(aka croatian time bombs or hunky handgernades) lets juss say the toilet was never lonely.

[telescope115]

Eventually, I moved to Rockford, Illinois. Plenty of Italians, but the Swedes and Norwegians have no appreciation, and good Italian cooking never flourished there.
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Do you remember the Capri restaurant in Rockford? It closed up.
They had that beautiful mural on one wall. Great pizza and pasta.
Any favorites that you remember?