[Down The Line]

“Hey Mikey…this line’s killing me and I already got an earful from An’toinette this mawnin!”
“Paulo…I don’t need you passin’ those earfuls off to me, pal. So if you could shut your mouf long ‘nough till we can shove some Di Fara pizza into it…well then I could cut down on my aspirin intake!”
“Sorry, sorry Mikey…I just thought maybe we could jus’ order some Romino’s or sumpin.”
“What the? - ”

[Up The Line]

“Who the hell? - ”
“Boss…relax…your ulcer!”
“It’s ok Tony…but was someone talkin’ bout Raman Noodles though?”
“No, no…they was talkin’ bout nothin boss…nothin at all.”

[Further Up The Line]

“We gotta get half sausage for Pat…”
“Ok Gloria…but did you hear somethin’ bout them havin’ noodles as a topping now?”
“No babe…great with hot water – but not atop a pizza…y’know?”
“Yeah…tell me about it…the pie alone that the old man makes…fugghedit!”
“Oh honey…you know it! Who’d need a gym membership if it wasn’t for Di Fara’s?!”

[All 200 people in line laugh on-cue and high-five one another].

If The Boot Fits

Fifty years ago, Domenico DeMarco bought an old fruit store – with an approximate investment of $10,000 ($73,000 smackers today) - in Brooklyn’s Midwood neighborhood and converted it into a pizza shop. It was christened with the name “Di Fara” to acknowledge both DeMarco and his partner, Frank Farina. The pizzeria sought to bring the delicious tradition of flavorful pizza from Italy to New York.

DeMarco hails from Italy’s Provincia di Caserta, in the Campania region (think the laces of the boot…)—where they’ve been making pizza,...