Submitted by Little Falls Historical Society & Museum
by James Papaleo
If you lived in Little Falls in the late 50s through early 80s I bet you ate at least one slice of Papaleo’s pizza or one of the delicious hoagies (subs) that came out of the family restaurant owned by my parents Anthony (Tony) and Grayce Papaleo.
Even today, 40 years after the restaurant closed, people still tell me and my sisters how our Dad’s pizza and hoagies were the best they have ever eaten. I might be biased, but I agree because I have never found another pizza or hoagie like Dad’s.
Papaleo’s was a family restaurant where many families came to dine, where teens ran for a snack after the basketball game, and the place where my family grew up.
My four sisters and I were expected to pitch in where we could. Most kids got an allowance, we got paid just like the restaurant employees. Our responsibilities grew through our teenage years from sweeping and cleaning to busing tables to waitressing to finally flipping pizzas. All of my sisters (and many of their friends) had part-time jobs working for Dad throughout their high school years as waitresses.
My personal journey started when I was eight years old when I had to fold pizza boxes on Saturday morning before going to the YMCA for a swim. We were taught how to mix the dough, cut it, weigh it and roll it into balls and place them on large baking sheets. The yeast dough rested overnight on the trays in the cooler, doubling in size before it was rolled, stretched, and tossed spinning in the air to make the perfect round disc to form the pizza crust. Dad used bricks of mozzarella cheese, instead of shredded cheese, that we sliced into stacks of little squares for the pizza. Each pizza was handmade on a peel and then skillfully slid into the stone-lined oven and baked to perfection.
Dad sold a small plain pizza for $ .65, a large plain was $ 1.25, and a large combo (add mushrooms, sausage, peppers, pepperoni with optional anchovies) for a whomping $2.00. A small fried pepper sub was $ .65. His famous hoagie was a large “Pepperidge Farms” roll, toasted to a golden crust in the oven and filled with top quality provolone cheese, hot ham capicola, salami, sliced juicy tomatoes, slivered red onions on a bed of crisp lettuce finished with a drizzle of olive oil and red wine vinegar for $ 1.75.
At a recent family gathering, we reminisced about our life growing up in the restaurant. In the fifties, our Dad was working at the Sperry Rand Univac plant in Ilion, and to make some extra money he started making fried pepper sandwiches at home and selling them to his coworkers. My sister Sharon remembers cleaning bushels of peppers with our sister Andrea and our Mom cooking them up and then using “White Rose Bakery” rolls to assemble the sandwiches.
Our Dad’s Uncle Tony owned a pizza place in Garden City, New Jersey, and offered to teach Dad the business. He accepted the offer and soon left his factory job to open Papaleo’s first location on Mary Street next to Woodruff’s Barber Shop, right across the street from the Acme Market. That location was very small so most of the business was takeout. Some of the local business owners convinced Dad to offer daily specials but the location was too small for a full kitchen so Mom and Dad prepared the food at home and took it to the store to serve. The restaurant flourished and was moved to Albany Street where it remained through most of the 60s.
One of the notable events that happened at the Albany Street location was when Carmen Basilio, the World Welterweight and Middleweight Boxing Champion, was dining after participating in the annual Christmas parade. A small fire started in the kitchen. The Basilio party continued to eat as the firemen rushed in and extinguished the fire.
As the business grew Dad expanded his products and sold pans of lasagna, meatballs in a boilable plastic bag, and pre-baked pizza to food markets in Central New York. He created a pizza factory on West Main Street where conveyor belts of pizza shells were baked in a huge oven
The Urban Renewal Project in the mid-60s displaced the Albany Street location so Dad moved the restaurant to the Railroad Station. Once again the restaurant grew and Dad expanded by adding on the Soft Serve ice cream stand at the end of the building.
My sisters and I grew up in the family business but we each had our own dreams and goals and with Dad’s and Mom’s blessing, we left to pursue them.
Dad and Mom continued to run the restaurant until their well-deserved retirement. I should note that Dad found retirement too slow-paced so he restarted a small pizza place in Shoppers Square and then an arcade and T-Shirt printing business in Ilion to keep busy.
It’s heartwarming to know that Papaleo’s Pizza legacy is still alive in the memories of many fellow Citizens of Little Falls.
Those of us who grew up back then were blessed. We had places to go, people to see, and many things to do. Papaleo’s is warmly remembered by many. Thank you for the story and thank you Little Falls for the wonderful childhood we experienced.
Great article, Jimmy! (I went to school with Jimmy, so I guess he’ll always be “Jimmy” to me).
I ate Papaleo’s pizza at all 3 locations, and to this day, it’s the standard by which all others are compared to. None have compared to it yet, although the Rovetto family has done great job. Little Falls makes the best pizza, hands down!
Pop was the greatest pizza guy ever. I think he was the first to make frozen pizza. Thanks for the article. Wish you had a picture of Pop.
Ed Rose
Loved this article!! Brought back many wonderful memories. Remember one date nite with limited funds, Had ro decide between going to movies n Papaleos. Pizza won out!!! Thank u for a great memory!
What memories this story brings back. The best place to take your girlfriend after a ball game. Fantastic Pizza at a
fair price. We had a lot of pizza places when I grew but none had the atmosphere of Papaleo’s. Thanks for the story.
So that’s what was on the hoagies!!! Best ever
How fondly I remember Papaleo’s. I loved his Italian Beef hoagies. The roll was absolutely phenomenal. I worked at P&C when he was in Shopper’s Square. They always gave us an hour for lunch. Straight to Pop’s I would go. Small sausage, pepperoni and mushroom pizza. The best! Fish fries at the train station were the greatest. He always helped the class of ‘79 with our fund raisers. Baked lasagna or spaghetti dinners at the VFW. He let us have a fryer so we could sell ff’s at the baseball games. We sold hot dogs and he gave us a steamer. He never asked for anything in return. Great memories.
Thank you Jimmy for the wonderful story and all the memories it brought back to me. It was the best pizza ever.
Great memories of a wonderful Little Falls tradition and the famous Pop’s pizza…..
Great story/ so many fun times at “Pops!”
A wonderful story, written by a wonderful man, about a great adventure undertaken by the son of immigrants. The story takes place during a unique time in American history. With WWII behind them, this was the second chapter of the greatest generation. Values, family, and community were front and center. What happened in Little Falls was a small piece of that chapter of American history.
Papaleo’s provided comfort through its offerings, community through its locations, and the opportunity to anyone who stopped by for a meal, to, for a moment, become part of the Papaleo family.
To those who commented, thank you for sharing your kind words. Anthony, my grandfather, was an entrepreneur who loved serving and helping his community. He was supported and enabled by his wife, Grayce, and his five children, all of whom spent hours covered in flour and folding pizza boxes.
It blows my mind that, so many years later, the community remembers and praises the food my family served.
I feel blessed to be attached to that legacy.and for growing up in the valley- a place where values, family, and community mattered.
Saluti!
Driving into town from the country when I was a kid and going to Papaleo’s was a big treat – the trains going by shaking the ground, red and white checker-board table cloths, big round hot serving tins and the smell of pizza. I’ve never had pizza since that was that good, but I have never been to Italy either. Thanks for the memories. BOB GARDINIER