In the 50’s… February brought the Ice Capades show to the Hershey arena. My family would have dinner at DeAngelis’ before heading over to a show. My father played in the pit orchestra to supplement his teaching salary, and he always treated my sister and me to one of the performances (along with a great dinner).
In the 60’s… my boyfriend invited me to dinner at DeAngelis’. It was during a time when we were on the back side of a slight break in our relationship. I don’t remember much of the particulars of that night, but I’m sure there was probably more unsaid than said at the table that night – two teenagers trying to find themselves, wanting the same, yet different things from life.
In the 70’s… one weekend I brought home a different boyfriend to get to know my parents better. They sensed that this was a more serious relationship and wanted to make sure he had a good time. A trip to DeAngelis’ followed by a hockey game seemed right. I guess it worked. I’ve been married to Allan for almost thirty-nine years.
In the 80’s, my sister married into the DeAngelis family. By this time the restaurant was changing hands, but the recipe for the sauce remained in the family.
As I walked into the restaurant last night I had to search for the memories – the neighborhood is built up and the room looked different - but the menu clearly states that they still use the DeAngelis family sauce. And it was delicious!