Therefore, bring on the “army” of children, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, and friends when Brian’s food hit the table. Like so many young cooks learning from their Italian grandmothers and mothers, he was incapable of making dinner for only three or four people. He learned to cook in the home kitchens of his “Nani” and mom. The only thing Brian cared for more than holding court with guests, local businesses, good food, or his Beantown sports, was family.
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He would teach bartenders in random cities how to make ‘little beers’ and quiz them on tequilas!” When we went out to eat, he only wanted to go to local restaurants, and never to a big chain.
He was huge on supporting only local and small businesses. “He always wanted others to be able to achieve their dreams. Braigen, Brian’s daughter, explained his dedication: He also made it a point to teach his family the importance of supporting local. Well before opening Hops Sports Grill, Brian would patronize and support small businesses every chance he got. Which brings me to Brian’s unwavering support of local businesses. However, when I put a lobster roll on a menu, Brian became my new best friend. We took to each other based on all we had in common, and I soon felt like the little brother he never wanted. When I met Brian, we hit it off immediately. He was right about my observations of Mr. “You have to mention lobster, that’s all he talked about, and you know it!”
If he said he lost his khakis, he wasn’t looking for his pants - he was looking for a Cadillac fob.īrian’s longtime friend and bar operator of Hops Sports Grill, Chris Amadori, told me: He had that charming “lawbstah” and “buttah” Italian/Boston accent. He was a huge Sox and Patriots fan (nobody is perfect), which you’d find out within seconds of meeting him. There was no mistake about it, Brian was in his element on that floor.īrian was from Methuen, Massachusetts, just a short ride north of Boston. You might have seen him making his way through the dining room, bar, or patio of Hops (a bar and grill meets Italian grandma’s kitchen on Tucson’s east side) in an almost statesmanlike fashion shaking hands, making small talk, addressing the issues of the day. Anyone, and I mean everyone, who has ever walked into Hops Sports Grill has met Brian Luceri.
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