Oh yeah! I forgot the M. Knight twist in my story.
Fast forward (or rewind) to the early 2000's. I'm living in Knoxville. There's a Gatti's pretty close to where I live, which is great, because I now have a young daughter. We visit this Gatti's weekly; usually after her soccer game. One day, I take the time to read a placard located opposite the front counter. Come to find out the first Gatti's was in Stephenville, TX. Wait a minute...
When my brothers and I were young, we used to spend every summer, and most holidays, with our grandparents, who lived in Brownwood. Most of the time, we'd meet halfway (Dallas to Brownwood) in Stephenville. And, most of the time, we'd meet at this tiny, two-story pizza place. I believe it was called something else (Google says "Pizza Place") when I was young. My parents met at Tarleton and ate there occasionally while in college. So, yeah, the original Gatti's.
Ok. This was a way cooler story to tell to family members. /csb