tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676257508484188930.post6935846805732167863..comments2023-11-29T02:29:00.977-06:00Comments on JIM HEFFERNAN'S BLOG: The History of Pizza in Duluth as I know it...Jim Heffernanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04388986747065569089noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676257508484188930.post-56799156374214970272023-01-03T10:23:31.856-06:002023-01-03T10:23:31.856-06:00I remember Shakey's being up by the airport in...I remember Shakey's being up by the airport in the early 70's. We'd also walk down from UMD for Mr. Frank's Pizza East buffet in '84-'86. And walk back for exercise!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00994722369053647266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676257508484188930.post-72197155591450146612020-06-22T13:21:42.545-05:002020-06-22T13:21:42.545-05:00Where was the Shakeys pizza parlor in the Twin por...Where was the Shakeys pizza parlor in the Twin ports/ Duluth area??Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13351487836834880415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676257508484188930.post-2194051675683334612016-08-17T11:23:04.284-05:002016-08-17T11:23:04.284-05:00I left Duluth in 1953 and never had heard of pizza...I left Duluth in 1953 and never had heard of pizza. My first encounter with it was in Casablanca, Morocco in 1959. It was basically a tomato pie, round crust with a thin tomato paste spread over it. The only "extra" was ground parmesan cheese.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16845047209756671328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676257508484188930.post-78055815691355710022014-06-05T17:21:11.591-05:002014-06-05T17:21:11.591-05:00Nancy, thanks for the updated information and clar...Nancy, thanks for the updated information and clarification about the pizza restaurant I mentioned in my post. I had a hard time back in the day getting used to the more spicy nature of pizza... but sure am a fan of it now! What an interesting story about your dad and the man from Italy in that business. Thanks for sharing!<br />JimJim Heffernanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04388986747065569089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676257508484188930.post-9770026147789330272014-05-25T23:10:08.126-05:002014-05-25T23:10:08.126-05:00Jim , my parents may have run the Pizzeria you wri...Jim , my parents may have run the Pizzeria you write about if the name was "Duluths Original Pizzeria" and to correct your information it was not put out of business by "sammy's " it was owned by a quaint Italian man who partnered with my dad , however the man was to return by to Italy and my parents could not financially afford to keep it going with out the help if his financial backing . <br />It not ony served Pizzias which were the best in town ,but many other different menu items throughout the day . <br />Was a popular hangout for young people as well ...Dad made the best hambers and french fries in town also.. <br />A Duluth girl gone scandanavian . <br /><br />Lillenan (Nan )https://www.blogger.com/profile/04561603239112531780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676257508484188930.post-47399245159929801182010-10-25T13:25:06.523-05:002010-10-25T13:25:06.523-05:00Kathie & Erick...Sharing pizza memories is fun...Kathie & Erick...Sharing pizza memories is fun, and interesting. We all seem to have specific pizza memories as opposed to, say, bread memories, or eggs memories (although I actually have a deviled egg memory). Always enjoy your responses. Thanks. -- JimJim Heffernanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04388986747065569089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676257508484188930.post-22609532561418532212010-10-21T19:48:39.294-05:002010-10-21T19:48:39.294-05:00Hi Jim
My first experience with pizza was in the m...Hi Jim<br />My first experience with pizza was in the mid 50’s in of all places Holyoke, Massachusetts. Being reared by Minnesota Scandinavians who preferred all foods to be based on a version of white. This round thing my uncle treated us Minnwhovians (his word) to was totally different from anything I’d ever seen grace our dinner table before. It was round, kinda messy looking, with slabs of melted cheese, bits of sausage, little fish and it was RED. My father looked at it, poured himself another cup of coffee and slid his chair back from the table. My mother dove right in. I sided with dad. Fish were supposed to be fried and cheese went on top of apple pie and beside all that it was RED. Now however, my belt line shows I can't get enough of the stuff. <br />Erick H.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676257508484188930.post-81816237486591523762010-10-19T20:10:55.648-05:002010-10-19T20:10:55.648-05:00Jim, great story about Duluth pizza. In old subur...Jim, great story about Duluth pizza. In old suburban Bloomington my teenage memory is only of waiting two hours for pizza delivery! The pizza was in sad shape but we loved it. Then there are memories of the pizza served in drive-ins - truly offensive.Kath1ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11544785732151375756noreply@blogger.com