Fond memories of summer afternoons spent helping "gram" my grandmother prepare Sunday gravy.

Saturdays walking down to the corner deli with dad for a grinder and even though I knew everything on the menu was homemade and delicious, I always had to get the meatball.

That's kinda what it's like to grow up Italian in Boston and that's what

The (Italian) Place is really all about

Real family, Real food and Hey, how about some fun too?