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| + | The Cash Michaels Trio performs at Marie's Shauna Bittle Chicago Tribune Jim Sellers, from left, on piano, Corey Biggerstaff on bass and Michael Hesiak of the Cash Michaels Trio play at Marie's Pizza & Liquors. Jim Sellers, from left, on piano, Corey Biggerstaff on bass and Michael Hesiak of the Cash Michaels Trio play at Marie's Pizza & Liquors. (Shauna Bittle Chicago Tribune) <br>That person, by the way, is Pietro Benincasa. He is 81 and comes to the restaurant seven days a week. He started working here in 1957. He comes in every morning between five and six and leaves every day a few hours later, between eleven and twelve. He makes the dough, makes the meatballs, makes what needs making for the day, then he walks home. <br><br>"Every day," he told me, "I am walking from one house to the next house,cheap jordan shoes, then back again." He grew up in Sanremo,cheap real jordans, Italy. This is the only job he has ever held in this country. <br> | ||
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| + | <br>He was hired by George Karavidas, who bought Marie's when he was 21. He bought it from his father, Theodore Karavidas. This is how Marie's got its name: Theodore moved to America from Greece at 16. He came alone, landed in New England, came to Chicago,cheap jordans for sale, married, had a child. When his wife was pregnant with their second child, she tripped in a pothole, miscarried and died. He sent a letter to his village in Greece. <br> The Cheap Eater: Forno Rosso Pizzeria Napoletana Kevin Pang <br>In honor of National Pizza Day, here's another look at a pizzeria in Dunning:<br> <br>We are a city divided by pizza lines. Where do you side? The deep-dish faction stands its ground. The thin-crust sausage cheese camp cries,, "No, no, we won't go!" The support for New York-style pizza numbers are small...<br> <br>In honor of National Pizza Day, here's another look at a pizzeria in Dunning:<br> <br>We are a city divided by pizza lines. Where do you side? The deep-dish faction stands its ground. The thin-crust sausage cheese camp cries, "No, no, we won't go!" The support for New York-style pizza numbers are small...<br> (Kevin Pang) <br>He explained what had happened and asked them to send him a new wife. Which is what they did. Theodore drove to Ellis Island to pick her up. They married there, at the immigration office. Her name was Mary. <br><br>Mary is Marie. <br><br>The owner is now George's daughter, Nadine Karavidas, who describes herself as a "triple threat": a singer, dancer and actor. She used to live in Las Vegas and worked mostly backstage at the Paris Las Vegas hotel. She is in her early 50s now. When George got sick in late 1999, she gravitated back to Chicago. <br><br>She told me her grandfather invented frozen pizza; I wasn't entirely convinced, though I wished it were true. She told me that one night, five years ago, she was serving coffee to an elderly customer. He suddenly grabbed her hand. The man told her that her father had saved his life. In the 1950s, he crashed a motorcycle outside Marie's. George ran into the street and tied his apron around the man's leg -- instant tourniquet. <br><br>She told me her father did so much for the neighborhood. She wiped a tear and said she could tell you how many times that "Check, Please" guy called her restaurant a dump. Three times. She said the rocks on the wall are real. She had me touch them. "It's real," she said. "We're real." Then I asked her if she intends to close someday, if she has an expiration date in her head. We were sitting down when I asked her this. <br><br>She considered me coolly and folded her hands before her. I suddenly felt like I was a sheriff telling Sally Field she needed to leave her property soon or the state would be taking it, nuthin I can do about it, ma'am. <br><br>"No," Nadine said slowly, in a whisper,cheap jordans, fluttering her thick black eyelashes. "No, we have no plans to close." <br><br>Gail Beitz, a secretary for 45th Ward Ald. John Arena, told me that there had once been a rumor around Mayfair that Marie's was closing; this led to many panicked calls to their office. Indeed, Nadine said that there was a period, before her father died in 2000, when she was yearning to get back to Vegas, and the restaurant might have closed. "But then I would have been the one to let 60 years pass into nothing," she said. "And then what would happen to the 35 or 40 families whose income is linked to us? What would happen to this community without us? Marie's gets passed down by family and friends. We can't go away." <br><br>She swiped at a tear. "What's wrong with you?" she asked me. <br><br> <br><br>Kathy Olson, a waitress here since 1981,katrinrocks, stopped at the table. Nadine said she wanted dessert, and Kathy nodded her head. Behind them the monthly meeting of the Ladies Ancient Order of the Hibernians was heating up. At the bar, an overweight guy said, hell, yes, he still smokes. A customer explained to a waitress what "streaming video" meant. I asked Olson why she still works here. She looked at me oddly. <ul> | ||
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