Pies topped with crab, lechon kawali, and greens with (vegan) garlic sauce.
The little one-bedroom house looked promising in the listing photos, but when Lee Kindell made his way to this block of West Seattle, just off the Alaska Junction, he got the full picture: A 1950 cottage huddled, improbable and mouselike, between a pair of newer mid-rises. Kindell was 15 years removed from any sort of restaurant job; the house was very much a residence, absent of niceties like ranges, hoods, or commercial ovens. He took one look and called his wife, Nancy Gambin, with the obvious conclusion: This was a pizza place waiting to happen.
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