Our story begins in 1986 over plates of garlic shrimp and gin and tonics in Monessen, Pennsylvania. Lucchesi’s restaurant, a one room, hole in the wall haunt with a kitchen so small that the owner/chef is the only one allowed to cook. A white tablecloth Italian that has had the exact same menu for sixty years. A bit of Mon Valley class just across the s…
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