Who Remembers Richie’s Pizza? January 15, 2007 19 Comments By Jack Steiner Show/Hide Overlaid text Move down TweetShare2PinShare2 SharesI know that there are at least two people in the blogosphere besides myself that remember Richies Pizza in Jerusalem, Jameel and Trep. But I am curious. Who else remembers this place? Surely there are others. Anyone? How about Lalos or Champs? (Visited 575 times, 1 visits today)Share this:ShareRedditTwitterLinkedInFacebookPinterestTweetShare2PinShare2 Shares Related Saved: Israel
I worked there in 1977, what m March 10, 2015 at 4:51 am
I worked there in 1977, what memories
Jack's Shack February 16, 2007 at 6:33 am
So glad that you came by. Your place holds so many good memories for me. Thanks for that.
Anonymous February 15, 2007 at 10:53 pm
I remember Richie’s Pizza. I’m Richie! Still living in the Rova. Opened July ’73, closed Nov. ’90, right before Gulf War 1.I burnt out, but it was a great run, and I enjoyed it emensely. Still getting stopped in the street by old customers, still run into old workers in the weirdest places. “Long Stange Trip It’s Been.
Amy June 24, 2017 at 7:25 pm
We have a college student staying with us this summer. He’s an unpaid intern at Chex Panisse in Berkeley, CA. The other day he brought home a ginormous bag of pizza dough. Tonight I baked a pizza. I twirled it on 2 fists, just like Richie taught us. Summer of 1975. I was 18 and a college student myself. Work study at Hebrew University small animal lab by day. Richie’s by night. Many of us lived together in a crazy flat near the Machne Yehudah. What a summer. Everyone should be 18 like this!
Eddie Levine October 13, 2019 at 7:48 pm
Hi Richie. I’m Eddie. I worked for you beginning in January 1974. I was studying at Hebrew University. I still have fond memories and brag about working with you. I remember you would drive me back to the dorm on Har Sofim on Saturday nights after we closed and cleaned the shop. Thank you for the job
Jack's Shack January 19, 2007 at 5:39 am
Richies was great.
Tzipporah January 18, 2007 at 8:15 pm
Never heard of Richie’s. My favorite place was Abu Shanab’s, just inside the Jaffa Gate, but I don’t know if it’s still there, this was 10 years ago… you gotta love a restaurant named after facial hair.
Jack's Shack January 16, 2007 at 4:02 pm
I guess that means that old you are.
It was one of them.
RR January 16, 2007 at 11:37 am
It was gone by my first trip here, I think, but I remember hearing about it from all my friends who spent a year in Israel. I could tell it was THE place to be!
yaak January 15, 2007 at 7:31 pm
Ahh, Richie’s! You could smell it from Rehov Yaffo!
PsychoToddler January 15, 2007 at 7:04 pm
How you get so big eating food of this kind?
Remember it I do.
Jack's Shack January 15, 2007 at 6:28 pm
Apparently there are a few.
At least you made it.
C’mon admit it, you were the guy dancing on the table. I saw the t-shirt at Mr. T’s.
I used to hit the Tea House.
Never made it there.
I was gone then, but I knew a lot of people who were there.
Anonymous January 15, 2007 at 5:14 pm
WOW – you brought back some memories for me! Summer of ’86, my first true love, dancing at Lalo’s and the bulletin board at
Anonymous January 15, 2007 at 4:32 pm
But I remember Jerusalem Pizza in Manhattan.
Anonymous January 15, 2007 at 3:16 pm
Richie’s was the only pizza place in Yerushalayim at the time.
He himself was a strange character. He lived in the Rova. What ever happened to him?
Jameel January 15, 2007 at 2:46 pm
I remember Lalos, even though I never stepped foot in there.
Instead, I would go to “The Tea House” (Beit HaTay) on Yoel Moshe Solomon St…and listen to Pink Floyd.
Richie’s would be later taken over by Apple pizza, which remains the reigning pizza place to this day in downtown Jerusalem.
Anonymous January 15, 2007 at 1:37 pm
I remember. I was THE Anglo hangout.
Air Time January 15, 2007 at 11:33 am
I went there once as a kid on a family trip, but when I came for my year it was gone.
Anonymous January 15, 2007 at 10:14 am
You mean there are people who don’t remember Richie’s? [shock]. I was still a kid, visiting Israel, during its heyday, and my family was always reluctant to let me near the place for fear of the soldiers hanging out there, looking to pick up an unwary Anglo girl. (I looked significantly older than my chronological age.)