Arturo's Village Pizza

The Arturo's Village Pizza story begins with a boy from Brooklyn in love with a time, a place and a borough. A boy who never forgot the sights, the sounds and oh yes, the pizza. Especially the pizza. He was a regular at every family-owned pizza joint running the length of Coney Island Ave and along the narrow side streets for years, but the pie-tossing proprietors never knew his name and never once bothered to ask if it was Tony or Joey or Frankie or, more to the fact, Artie. Artie was a creature of habit, and his habit was two slices, always for the road. These are the memories Artie took with him when eventually, reluctantly, he left his hometown to make his way in the world.