![]() “I’m older and significantly fatter,” Jay said. I rang him up to ask what has changed in the last decade with him and with the city’s pizza scene. Today he has 11 restaurants (including Zoli’s) and employs more than 520 people. In a profile of him for D Magazine, I faithfully quoted his f-bombs, which upset his Irish Catholic father, and I described Jay as being covered in “flower,” which is a homophone for the stuff you’d expect to find on a pizzaiolo. ![]() In 2011, he opened an actual restaurant called Cane Rosso in Deep Ellum. When his weekly rounds took him to the Green Spot gas station in East Dallas, I often met him there to score an Ella, with its fiery soppressata, while my wife ordered an Emma, with Luscher’s sausage. His Neapolitan pizzas, named for his two young daughters, were a novelty in these parts. He was a jovial fellow with a Boston accent and a foul mouth. After hours, he was dragging a mobile wood-fired pizza oven around town, chasing a doughy dream that his wife supported with less than wholehearted enthusiasm. Jay Jerrier trundled into my life in 2009, when he was still working in corporate America.
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