Chef Steve Martorano, a cueball-bald, tattooed muscleman who grew up on the tough streets of South Philadelphia, credits his grandmother’s home-style Italian food with steering him away from his neighborhood’s not-so-savory influences and into the restaurant biz.
He started at an early age, selling sandwiches made in his mother’s basement. Café Martorano, a Fort Lauderdale institution now for 18 years, was his first real joint; now there are five. He’s currently on tour to promote his first cookbook, It Ain’t Sauce, It’s Gravy, a collection of recipes prepar...
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