It was September 1995. I was a radio producer and master control operator at KARN Newsradio, working weekend overnights. I was also working a full time temp job during the weeks. I was tired. I wasn’t sure what life had in store for me. I’d graduated from college a few months earlier and had found no upward moves in radio anywhere.
I’d sent out 90 cassette tapes and resumes all over, several different states. 89 of them reached radio stations -- most of which politely declined to consider me. One of them asked for an interview. It wasn’t a radio station. I didn’t know that until I actually drove up to the station and discovered that KAIT-TV was a TV station.
So, September 1995. It was a Monday. I’d left KARN at the end of my shift at 5:30 that morning, gone home and dressed, then woke my boyfriend up. We left at 8 a.m. for a 10 a.m. appointment, not realizing just how far away Jonesboro really was. I was nearly an hour late for my interview and had gone in and had to admit I had not TV experience. I was hungry and tired and frazzled and needed some comfort food. Not knowing anything about Jonesboro, we stuck with main roads until we saw this building that looked like a former Western Sizzlin on the side of Caraway Road.
The menu was affordable. The staff was friendly… and I discovered that the food was irresistible. Even on our limited budget, my boyfriend Paul and I managed to share an entrée and salad and a piece of tiramisu that was to die for. I felt better by the time we were done. There would be other interviews. I’d get my chance elsewhere. And I thought I’d never step into Lazzari’s again.
I was wrong. I was back there two months later. I was offered the job and, after about two weeks of chewing my liver over leaving Little Rock, I took it. My first week at KAIT was the week of November 6th, 1995 -- and I had my first meal as a resident of the city at Lazzari’s, on my own. I was seated in the back next to the window, and I watched the world passing by. I was 22 years old and was really out on my own for the first time. And the pasta was fantastic. I didn’t know what was going to happen, being a single woman in a new town, but I had pretty much decided that Lazzari’s was going to be a regular place for me to dine.
Three months later, my boyfriend showed up on my doorstep on a cold January night. He missed me and wanted to move in. It was a surprise. We talked it out the next day over that hot Italian bread at Lazzari’s. Yes, that was Paul. He ended up moving in and doing some radio work up there. He proposed to me on a March night that year, when Comet Hyakutake was streaking through the sky.
We had friends that worked their, too -- and when we’d have get-
Of course, we moved on from there. I left Jonesboro in September 1998 to come back home, and Paul followed me a few months later. We’d visit our friends a couple of times a month… for about a year there. And then in August 1999 we made our last visit. I don’t know what we ate that time, but I do remember thinking I was going to miss that cannelloni and that salty bread.
Somehow, we didn’t go back. First it was planning our wedding (we wed in November 1999), then it was work (Paul was a morning show producer at KARK when I started at Today’s THV) then it was… well, so many things.
In fact, I didn’t return to Jonesboro until 2007, with my brother. He was trying to figure out what he was going to do with his life, and I took him up to meet the folks at KAIT. My former director, Tim Ingram, is now the general manager; my former assistant producer, Hatton Weeks, is the news director. We had a good meeting and a good tour of the station, and then I took Zack out to lunch at Lazzari’s. He agreed how great a restaurant it was.
I noticed portions of the restaurant had a new red paint job. The coffee bar hadn’t been there in the 90s. And there were framed crayon pictures here and there. But essentially, it was the same restaurant.
Even the menu was virtually the same. I was surprised that the prices hadn’t increased that much -- and then realized hey, this was the dinner menu, so really very little has changed. There are some more expensive items on the menu now such as the Crabmeat Stuffed Tenderloin ($16.95) but there are so many more that are under $10 each.
There was even a special going on where you could have unlimited pasta and salads and bread for $8.95 -- but I couldn’t even imagine that. I mean, I could never get through more than one pasta dish back in the day, and you can’t take home your leftovers if you get it. That being said, the choices include Beef Ravioli, Fettuccini Alfredo, Pasta with Grilled Chicken and Linguine with Meatballs.
I almost didn’t have to look at the menu. I knew what I was going to order -- the Grilled Chicken Cannelloni ($8.99). I was glad to know it still came at night with the Lazzari’s Special Mista Salad. I was just hoping it would all be as good as it used to be.
This time it was a little different. It was so busy that my Mista was
That Mista… that Special Mista ($5.99 without the entrée) is just the sort of things good memories are made of. Salad greens soaked in the sweet vinaigrette I had forgotten I loved so much from before, sweet and garlicky and with a touch of lemon… with bits of artichoke hearts and red onion. Big chunks of tomato and fresh croutons and Kalamata olives. I didn’t remember the soft white cheese on it, but it was also good, just salty enough to balance it all out. It is still, after all these years, one of my favorite salads.
And, as I also remembered, I could not finish it. In fact, more than half my dinner went in the box to take home. This time I even skipped the tiramisu, though I did shoot it on my way out. It was hard to pass on it, but I’d had so much pie…
And back in the mid-section, just about the limit of what I could see, there was a couple in their 20s sitting at that table by the kitchen door. They weren’t trendy or upscale but they were clean and they appeared to be happy. He was gesturing wildly with his hands, and she was giggling demurely into her napkin. I noticed her slicing their loaf for the two of them.
Lazzari’s is where it always ever was -- at 2230 South Caraway in the parking lot of the K-Mart and what used to be Perkins but which is now some sort of Mongolian-American buffet. It’s open for lunch and dinner Monday through Saturday and is closed on Sunday. The phone number there is (870) 931-4700.
We would come back again for the first booksigning at That Bookstore in Blytheville, taking the long way home. That trip, there was more cannelloni, and affection. Grav was hooked.
Now it's become a cycle - one we've pulled Hunter
Lazzari Italian Oven may not have been a classic when I first darkened the door. In fact, it was a brand new operation by the folks who ran The Galley, a local catfish and seafood joint that once stood in the Walmart