Our story begins today on a cool september morning in the the borough of Brooklyn, New York, more specifically in the Neighborhood of Flatbush.
In an apartment painted a gentle gold by the rising sun, a pair of brothers were making breakfast before heading off to work.
“Alrighty, one batch of Mama’s Pizza-Pancakes, piping-hot and ready to eat! You got your plate ready Luigi?” the older brother said with his thick
italian-brooklyn accent, holding a skillet in one hand, a spatula in the other.
“Stack ‘em on, Mario!” said the younger brother, eagerly holding out his plate.
“What a morning we’re having, eh bro?” he added, looking out the the window as his brother stacked one pizza-pancake upon another.
“Oh wow, you’re right, I’m gonna have to see that up close.” Mario said, setting the skillet down and walking over to the window.
It really was quite a morning, there was a mist about the place that didn’t lo