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Little Italy East

The story of “Little Italy East,” slated to open around the beginning of June at 6300 Poplar Avenue, Suite 113, began in Italy.

Two of the owners of the new location are from Italy. Giovanni Caravello is from Sicily and Riccardo Marciano is from Calabria.

They met their wives — owners Brooke Caravello and former Memphian Molly Marciano — in New York.

Giovanni’s mom did the cooking when he was growing up. He worked at the family restaurant after his family moved to New York.

He met Brooke, who was majoring in psychology at Queens College, when they were both working at a New York pizzeria. “I was a pizza maker there,” he says. “She was a waitress.”

They moved to Memphis in 2013 and got married the next year. “I had some family down here,” Brooke says.

Giovanni began working as a dishwasher at the Little Italy at 1495 Union Avenue. “Before we moved to Memphis we were looking at jobs around here. Little Italy was hiring, so I applied. And they hired me.”

He worked his way up. Little Italy’s owner Bill Giannini, who was commuting from Nashville, decided to sell it. “We bought it from him in 2014,” Giovanni says.

And, he adds, “We changed all the recipes, too.”

“Most of the ingredients they were using was frozen, processed, and pre-packaged,” Brooke says. “The biggest change was everything we used was fresh produce.”

And, she says, “The sauces are all made from fresh ingredients. High quality. Everything is made in-house daily. The pasta dishes are made to order.”

In 2016, they opened the Little Italy at 7717 US-70 in Bartlett. “I ran that one,” Brooke says. “And Giovanni ran Midtown.”

They sold the Bartlett restaurant to Giovanni’s cousin in 2018. “He purchased it outright, but it’s still Little Italy,” Giovanni says. “Same recipes.”

Giovanni and Brooke did the same thing with their old Downtown location at 106 GE Patterson Avenue. They bought it in 2019 and sold it in 2020. But, he says, “It’s still Little Italy.”

The new location in East Memphis will be their “first partnership going into it,” Giovanni says.

As for that partnership, he says, “I met Riccardo. He just came into the restaurant, Little Italy in Midtown, with a few friends. We started talking. And down the road we became friends.”

“Just finding another native Italian in Memphis is pretty unique,” Brooke says. “And they immediately bonded.”

And Molly “being an American wife married to an Italian” was “super unique,” she adds. “They became like family pretty quickly.”

Riccardo told Giovanni he always wanted to open a restaurant. “East Memphis came up and we had the opportunity to open one together.”

“I knew how to cook Italian food,” Riccardo says. He used to help his grandmother make her “Sunday homemade sauce,” he says. “Every Sunday was a feast in my house. A lot of my family and friends.”

Molly met Riccardo “on a blind date in New York,” she says. “We met outside of an Italian restaurant.”

They moved to Memphis in 2018. Riccardo always felt Memphis is “more like Italy. The hospitality. The Southern mentality is like Southern Italy.”

The Little Italy in East Memphis will be similar to the Midtown Little Italy, which the Caravellos still own and operate.“The base menu is the same,” Giovanni says. “Also, the recipes are going to be the same. There will be a couple of different pasta dishes. More Italian inspired.”

They also will serve paninis and New York-style pizzas.

They’ll serve Grandma’s Pizza, which uses “the same mozzarella cheese and fresh garlic and fresh basil.”

It’s one of their most popular pizzas on Union Avenue. “It’s the love that we put in it,” Brooke says. “The Italian love.”

The Little Italy “East” is their last Little Italy for now, Giovanni says. “None in the near future. We want to see how this goes first. And then we can plan some other locations.”

They’re always open to new ideas “as long as we can maintain the quality and level of service and everything that I think the community has grown to appreciate,” Brooke says.

“I’m so thrilled,” Riccardo says. “Real excited. Nervous. And overwhelming. Because my life will change a lot when I open that door.”

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My World Cup

This year marks the 40th anniversary of my World Cup championship. Watching the daily coverage from Qatar brings happy memories of the summer of 1982, when Italy beat West Germany for what many consider the greatest trophy in all of sports. And yes, that Italian team — the Azzurri — was my team. I’ve carried their iconic blue in my heart for four decades now.

Some backstory: My family spent the 1976-77 academic year in Torino, at the foot of the Alps in northwest Italy. My father was researching an era of Italian economics history as he pursued his Ph.D. I spent second grade in a private school where English was spoken as much as Italian, and I embraced the exotic of it all. I was just old enough for some memories to remain in full color today, including, ironically, those of a soccer team known worldwide for the black and white stripes on its uniform.

Juventus is the New York Yankees of Italian soccer. They’ve won more Serie A championships (36) than any other club and belong with Manchester United and Real Madrid in the pantheon of international soccer titans. And Juventus was my home team during our year in Torino. Before I discovered the likes of Roger Staubach and Ted Simmons, Roberto Bettega and Romeo Benetti were my first sports heroes. I collected soccer cards (they were actually stickers), counting each Juventus player I landed as a jewel, particularly that of Dino Zoff, to this day one of the greatest goaltenders to ever don gloves on the pitch. That ’77 team won the prestigious UEFA Cup (beating Manchester United and Manchester City on the way), and Dad and I were part of a happy riot on the streets of Torino.

Fast-forward five years, and I’m 13 years old, tuning in for what coverage I could find of the World Cup in Spain. And there on my grandmother’s TV screen in east Tennessee, I see … Dino Zoff. Tending goal for Italy! There’s Claudio Gentile. There’s Gaetano Scirea. There’s Marco Tardelli. My Juventus friends, names and faces I hadn’t seen in five years — my cognitive lifetime and from another continent — were beating Argentina, and Brazil, and Poland, and finally the Germans to win the country’s first World Cup in 44 years. It was electrifying, particularly for a boy just entering the world of organized team sports. Three years later, I played in a Vermont state championship for my high school team. We lost, but for one afternoon, I felt like an American Bettega.

I’ve watched the World Cup every four years since 1982, some years more engaged than others. When the U.S. qualified in 1990 (for the first time in 40 years), it felt like a gap had been closed between “world soccer” and the kind I’d grown familiar playing here in the land of baseball, basketball, and tackle football. Italy reached the 1994 World Cup final (played here in the States, a month after I married a former all-state soccer player from Vermont), only to lose to Brazil on penalty kicks. The Azzurri finally won another World Cup in 2006 (this time beating France on PKs). Five members of that team played for Juventus, but we define heroes differently as grown men. There was no Dino Zoff in goal.

You won’t find the Azzurri in Qatar. Italy didn’t qualify for each of the last two World Cups, akin to America not qualifying for the World Baseball Classic. (There are 13 European squads in the 32-team field.) This somehow magnifies the joy I retain from 1982, knowing time, place, and moment seldom converge for the kind of precision I celebrated 40 years ago. A team of precision will win the World Cup on December 18th, just in time for you to include a Brazil jersey (or Spain, or France … ) in the stocking of that favorite fan in your life. Me, I’ll likely have my Juventus scarf nearby for the championship match. No Italy in this year’s field? No problem. I won the World Cup 40 years ago and the thrill lives on.