Our Story

Once upon a time in New York City, Manhattan to be exact, there lived a little boy named Skippy.  Skippy's dad was on a submarine in the South Pacific so Skippy lived upstairs above the Red Rose, his grandfather's restaurant, with his Nonny and Poppy Frank. 

Every night when Poppy Frank left the Red Rose, he would come upstairs and wake Skippy to the sounds of Enrico Caruso or a Tarantella and in his thick Italian accent he'd say "eh Skippy get up... We cook."  This is where it all started.  From that time on eating and cooking and family love were all the same thing.  Whether it was Poppy Frank's famous Meatballs or a Canoli or a Biscotti with coffee, it stays in my heart and my mind to this day. 

We've named our Biscotti after many of our favorite family members.