Another first for me today. After picking Liam up from school we headed to East Manlius Street to Kosta’s Pizza House.
My wife went there all the time when she was growing up. It’s a two person show. Husband/ owner out front taking orders and preparing food and wife in the back kitchen doing prep, with apartment upstairs.
I walk in and there’s the man himself “Hey buddy,” in his thick Greek accent. ” Pepperoni calzone and Buffalo chicken sub? No problem. I can do that blindfolded”. And off he went. Nothing premade. All made to order.
Love places like this. So much history to where is doesn’t even matter if the food is good or not, which it is. The welcoming nature of the host makes you wanna come back again and again.
“Been in business here for 31 years. 40 more to go. Gonna be the oldest pizza maker in America”.
Best of luck to you buddy.
Look at that. Diploma of food engineering. Dr. Hunger