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Sam's Restaurant Pizzeria

If you can't take the heat, then get out of the kitchen.

I’m sure there are plenty of people reading this that have something to say about Louis “Brooklyn Lou” Migliaccio, the owner of on Court Street. Perhaps you think he’s rude. Maybe you find his service to be unbearably slow. It’s possible you think his pizza’s no great shakes. Believe me, you are entitled to that opinion; I’m not here to argue with you. Lou’s got a tongue. If I wanted to catch a movie at , I’d probably grab a quick tostada from Buddy’s Burrito and Taco Bar. And you want to talk pizza? I’m a Di Fara’s girl. 

How about a little respect though? Sam’s is 81-years-old. Do you go off on your 81-year-old grandfather? No. And that’s because your grandfather is who he is. Call him set in his ways. Call him a tough nut to crack. The point is, he’s not changing. And he shouldn’t have to. It’ll be up to you whether or not you want to adapt to him. I think you should. But that’s just me. 

Some things to keep in mind:  Lou’s on his own at the restaurant. He’s shopping for groceries, he’s working the kitchen, he’s bussing the tables, he’s taking your order, he’s fixing your drink, he’s calculating your check. Six days a week he’s there. In true restaurant-living style, he lived in the apartment upstairs until he was twelve, so if you’re there, you’re in his house. And like any house you go to visit, you’re a guest. You don’t tell your host what’s wrong with their house. 

“People are strange,” says Lou, 54, who now lives alone in his family's brownstone on Clinton Street. “They question what I say. I don’t like that. I think I know my job. You can’t come in here and tell me what to do.”  

“I got people that get annoyed at me because I won’t open up their bottle of wine when they bring it in,” Lou says, citing an example of the type of requests that get under his skin. “I’m not BYOB. I have a liquor license. I say ‘no’ and then they ask me to make an exception. I can’t. I don’t think that’s fair. Saying ‘yes’ to them and ‘no’ to others. See, a regular won’t ask for something like that.” 

He continues.

“I’ve had people call on the phone to place an order only to show up, sit down, and say ‘but we ordered already.’ I tell them the take-out window is in the back. ‘Oh no, but we’re eating it here’ they say. Look, I’m sorry, but you can’t do that. If you order on the phone, it’s automatically take-out. They look at me like I’m wrong.”

Sam’s is of another time, but not just in its look. Yes, the tables don red and white checked tablecloths and the candy-apple vinyl booths squeak when you take a seat.  The flowers aren’t real, the old telephone booths are broken and there’s an overall eerie dimness that’s kind of hard to ignore. If I were alone at Sam’s, I’d half expect to catch the ghost of an old bartender pouring shots of scotch whiskey from behind the mirrored bar.

But if one of the reasons you go to Sam’s is to bask in its old world décor, you’re going to need to bring some old world decorum with you. What kind of a person argues against good manners? Look, the kids shouldn’t be running around the dining room. (Lou has six stitches in the back of his head due to unruliness.) Men shouldn’t expect to be served while wearing a tank top. (Beer Island’s just a train ride away.) Finish your snacks and your coffee before entering the restaurant. (You’re here to eat Sam’s food.)

None of this is to say that Lou doesn’t enjoy joking around… because he does. His humor may not sit well with certain customers, but most of them can follow his sarcasm, and they know he doesn’t mean any disrespect. When Lou tells your kid to ‘sit down and eat your pizza, or else I’ll tape you to the chair,’ he’s not actually going to tape them to the chair. This is Lou horsing around. Let him. It’s fun.

Sam’s doors have been open since 1930. Brothers Danny and Sam D’Arco (Lou’s great-uncles) planned on opening up the restaurant together, but Sam passed away before it could happen. It only made sense to name the restaurant after him. Over the years, Danny employed his family members to work at Sam’s, including newly immigrated nephew, Mario Migliaccio – Lou’s father. The year was 1950, and Mario started out washing dishes for $20-a-week.  

Today’s regular customers remember Mario as the pizza pie master who could be seen all the way in the back, peering out from the kitchen’s tiny take-out window.  Having worked at Sam’s for nearly fifty years, Mario’s apron strings untied in 2009 when the death of his wife, Rosa, incited him to return to the island of Ponza in Italy. It’s where the two of them were born and raised; they were next-door neighbors. Now, at 83-years-old, he’s happy to be home again. Finally, he can rest.

Anyone who has ever worked in the restaurant business is familiar with the exhaustion that comes with the job. Your life becomes the restaurant; there’s no way around it. 

“My dad was rarely at home because he was always here,” says Lou. “My mother, rest-in-peace, always told me ‘if you find something better, take it.’ This job, it drains you. I’m divorced because of this place.”

Tuesday is Lou’s only day off, and he makes sure to spend it with his 11-year-old daughter, Corinne.    

“I don’t do nothing for nobody on Tuesdays. That’s my daughter’s day. I drive 65-miles one way just to go see her. We do whatever she likes to do. ‘Dad, we’re gonna go fishing today so bring your fishing poles’ or ‘Dad, we’re gonna go to the movies so bring your bowling ball because we’re gonna go bowling after.’ I took her to Italy last summer. She finally met those strange voices on the phone. She loved it. She wants to go back. So, birthday present, we’re going back this summer.”

Talk to Lou for a little while and, trust me, you’ll see through the gruffness. He’s even the first to admit that he can be a little hard. 

“There are times that I don’t say things the proper way,” he discloses. “And since I can’t do it, I’ll say ‘I’m sorry, but I gotta tell it to you this way.’ People appreciate that. Look, I talk loud. That’s a defect I’ve had my whole life. I try to whisper, but I can’t do it.”  

There was one drizzly afternoon where Lou and I sat together for over two hours, just chitchatting in the dim of the restaurant, the television tuned to some bad AMC movie. We talked about “this and that” until I couldn’t take the tomato-y smells from the kitchen any longer. He fed me Pasta alla Siciliana with mozzarella and eggplant – a deliciously cozy dish – and smirked at me when I tried to refuse a third glass of wine. (The infamous “Louie pour” goes up to the rim. Watch out.)  In a heartbeat, Lou can really make you feel like family. 

Cathy Staiano, a Park Slope native, couldn’t agree with me more. The Staianos have been eating at Sam's at a minimum of once a week for the last ten years.

“The food is great, and very fresh,“ says Cathy, whose favorite dishes include zuppa di mussels, fried shrimp, shrimp parmigiana and pizza with sausage.  

“Louie has always been so nice and so good to us. I feel like he’s a part of my family.” 

As for the customers who hate to wait for a table, Cathy doesn’t understand it. 

“If they were going to any other restaurant on Court Street or Smith Street, waiting for a table wouldn’t be a problem.”

“You can’t say I’m not working,” adds Lou, defending himself. “I’m going back and forth from the kitchen to the dining room. I only have two hands and two feet.”

To be perfectly honest, I’d rather wait a long time for my food, knowing it's being made fresh to order, rather than having it already prepared and delivered quickly. Chicken cacciatore does not take twelve minutes.  

Please remember that going to Sam's is more of a cultural experience. It's not the venue to grab a fast bite. Back in the day, real time was spent around the dinner table, socializing and conversing over a shared meal. It wasn't wham, bam, thank you ma'am. Relax.  Slow your pace. Let's not forget that food is a means for establishing and maintaining connections amongst family and friends.  

Lou's not worried about turning tables. What he cares about is maintaining the family's recipes and dining traditions to the best of his abilities.  

And I think he's doing a real good job at that.  

Anthony June 20, 2011 at 04:25 PM
At a boy, Lou. Set those yuppies straight. No exceptions. Don't open their bottle of wine!
Max June 20, 2011 at 06:59 PM
Great article, as always!
Debra Robbins June 20, 2011 at 06:59 PM
Another great "Behind (really) Old Doors" article. I have to say that I have not been there since the 1980's but landed there for dinner recently. The best broccoli rabe EVER....and yes, Lou fills your wine glass to the tippie top, so unlike the ususal $10-a-glass filled one quarter of the way. Can't wait to go back.
Carly Einstein June 20, 2011 at 08:47 PM
you always make me hungry!
ANONYMOUS June 20, 2011 at 09:44 PM
I have been going to Sam's Restaurant since I was a teenager..I am now 62..it was that way when I was a teenager..the service was slow..Lou's Dad was slower than Lou...He could ignore you and not make eye contact for at least 15-20 minutes...we waited, we wanted the pizza...I still go there when I am in town. The more things change the more they remain the same....I see people boasting about an hour wait for Lucali's or Gristedes....so this is where it all started.....Salute.....
Andrew June 20, 2011 at 10:47 PM
someone should package all of Sylvie's stories into a book. it would be the perfect history of this neighborhood's greatest stores and restaurants.
Sylvie Morgan Flatow June 21, 2011 at 02:51 AM
andrew, that's such a nice thing to say. thank you!
Rock Crocilla September 20, 2011 at 06:23 PM
Oh...yeah...its the BEST pizza in Brooklyn....Hands down!!! And Lou...He can be tough, but He has a good heart. My wife was robbed on the way to Sam's for pizza...and when Lou heard this he gave us the pie on the house. Thank You! And please NEVER close. Been going there for 40 years+ My Dad knew Lou's Dad.
Deborah Erickson November 06, 2011 at 01:47 AM
Hi, I just looked up this article after hearing about Sam's from the author's mamma, jewelry designer Debra Robbins. We were at a party, catching up...great article, Sylvie! You convey a sense of Lou and his restaurant that definitely make me want to venture out to Brooklyn to enjoy his old-school Italian dishes...obviously, worth the trip and the wait.
George Franqui November 26, 2011 at 06:43 PM
Lou keep the yuppies in their place. Sam's is the only place left on Court Street with the feel of grandma's kitchen. I could imagine Michael Corleone going to get he's gun from behind the toilet in this place.....
Ms. Bruno August 14, 2012 at 06:04 PM
I ate here about 11yrs ago, it was recommended by a friend. I still think about this place...moved to FL since then. Can't wait to visit family ... and take them here. MMMMmmm! Yum!!!

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