Meet Rihana, My Heart

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This place carries my daughter’s name, Rihana, born July 15th, the first person who ever looked at me and called me “Daddy.”

She’s my oldest, my heartbeat, the little girl who changed every plan I ever had the moment she took her first breath. Every sunrise shift, every 48-hour dough I babysit in the walk-in, every blister on my hands from that screaming-hot oven… it’s all been for her and her little brother.

I didn’t open a restaurant. I built a love letter in brick and fire and wrote her name on the door so the whole neighborhood would know who keeps me going.

When you eat here, you’re not just eating pizza.

You’re tasting what it feels like for a father to say “I love you” without ever needing words.

Rihana is the real owner.

I’m just the lucky guy who gets to work for her forever.

Welcome home. 🤍

from the owner,

Hass