You are the pizzeria my family and I ordered food from the evening after my father-in-law’s funeral. We chose your place because it was his favorite restaurant, and he had done freelance office work there for years. Several staff members came by to express their condolences as we waited for the sustenance that would be taken to family and friends at the post-funeral reception. As bags and bags were set on the counter next to the register, I was informed to put my wallet away. “It’s on us,” I was told, “and if you need anything else, let us know.” You are my family’s favorite restaurant, too.
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