๐ Our Heritage
From Napoli to Brooklyn
It started with a dream, a worn leather suitcase, and Nonna Rosa's recipe book.
In 1987, a 28-year-old Giuseppe Napoli stepped off a plane at JFK with $800 in his pocket and an unshakeable belief that Brooklyn deserved authentic Neapolitan pizza. He had learned the craft from his grandfather in Naples, spending every afternoon after school kneading dough and learning the secrets of San Marzano tomatoes and buffalo mozzarella.
He found a small storefront on Maple Street in Brooklyn and opened Napoli's Pizzeria with four tables and a second-hand oven. Word spread quickly. Within a month, there were lines out the door. Within a year, he had to expand to fit the growing Brooklyn family that had adopted his little pizzeria as their own.
Today, 37 years later, Giuseppe's daughter Maria and his grandson Antonio continue the tradition. The recipes haven't changed. The love hasn't changed. Only the queues have gotten longer.
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Est. Brooklyn, 1987
"La vera pizza napoletana"
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