Luigi’s Bakery – Trumbull, CT
I was thinking about the jobs I have had. The good ones, the not so good ones. And I realized that my first job may, in fact, be the best of all.
I washed dishes at an Italian bakery in Trumbull, CT. Luigi’s. I was 16 years old. It isn’t that I was a huge fan of washing dishes, pots, pans, tray, or mopping floors. Nope, not really my style. It was that I worked for a family business. Everyone who worked there was part of the family. I felt like the people I worked for actually CARED about me. I wasn’t going to get laid off. I wasn’t going to get screwed. My job wasn’t going to be sent to India. If I needed more hours I always got them. When I needed time off they were accommodating.
I still go to Luigi’s during the holidays to get pies. The owners still remember me AND give me my employee discount. Good people. I can say this….if/when I ever get married I know for a fact where the cake will be coming from. For no other reason than I have seen them making the cakes, the bakery is clean, and frankly, it is great f*%cking cake.
So if you are reading this and you happen to be in Trumbull, CT…go to Luigi’s, get a canoli, and tell Frank that Andy (Yes, they called me Andy) says hi.
Funny story – I was 17 and I may have been out drinking one Saturday night and I got to work on Sunday morning ALL sorts of hungover. I must have stunk. Frank (owner’s son/co-owner) comes up to me with a bottle of ginger ale and a couple advil. “Good job making it in today. I appreciate it.” I have a feeling that Frank spent a couple mornings over that very same sink with the very same hangover when he was 17.