Our Story

A Family Tradition.

Italians love what they eat. We think about our next meal before we’re halfway through the one in front of us. Sure, food provides fuel, but it’s also a great excuse for families to gather, to raise wine glasses and salute the day.

Growing up in Chicago, I was spoon-fed a love for food and family from the beginning. My mother learned how to cook from her mother. My mother then taught me, my sisters, and my brothers. Watching my parents run two restaurants in the Windy City, I fell in love with the challenging pace and lifestyle. After serving in the military at Camp Ripley, I had what some might call, an “Aha!” moment. I would move my family to Northern Minnesota and buy a restaurant of our own. To my surprise, they agreed. More than 30 years after that move, we opened the doors to our restaurant - Maucieri’s. Built from the ground up; a dream took shape.
 

I’m thrilled my children also have a passion for cooking and entertaining. If you get the chance, introduce yourself to my daughter Dawn - she runs the place. And you might bump into my son, Tony (Jr.) -  he built the place. And if you really listen hard, you might just hear my wife’s laughter coming from the kitchen, at least we like to think so. She’s been gone since 1998, but her feisty temperament, flair for cooking and love of family permeates the very core of Maucieri’s.