Brewer's Pizza

Mary Alexandra Brewer (later known as Mamaw Brewer) was born in a small Southern town in rural Florida. The setting was rustic "Florida Cracker", draped in sweltering summer days and breezy, warm summer nights. These were the kind of nights where family, friends and neighbors would gather on Mamaw's front porch to talk about their day and while away the night over a cool, refreshing, home-brewed beer. The Brewer's were known throughout the county for their exceptional home-brewed beer, and we all knew we were fortunate to have a spot on that porch. Often times Mamaw would take liberties in her brewing recipes, and just as often she would create some pretty unusual concoctions, but they were always enjoyed, and most often revered.

Then came Prohibition. While the rest of the country was "drying out", things were looking up for this rural Florida family. Mamaw worked day and night trying to keep up with the overwhelming demand for her hand-crafted beer, and everyone in the family who was old enough to walk learned how to brew. In fact, things were going so well I'm pretty sure that Mamaw's little house was the first in the county to get indoor plumbing!

It was a sad day for many in Glades county when the revenuers finally made it to Buckeye Ridge. They destroyed the brewing equipment, and dumped hundreds of gallons of beer.

Things were never quite the same in that small Florida town, so Mary decided to set out to see the world. She made it as far as Cowford before meeting the man she would marry. A man from a small town in Italy who had spent the last 10 years of his life making one of the most renowned pizza pies in the country. A man named Guido Spoonpipe. People wept when Guido left for America, but he was looking for love, and he was totally infatuated with American pin-up girls. Guido's quest ended in Cowford, Florida.... the gateway to the sun. A place where he knew every pin-up in America would pass, sooner or later, as they headed for the snow white beaches.

Mary ran into Guido at the Cowford crossing, where Guido had set up his pizza cart under a grand old, moss-draped oak canopy. He could find no better place to make a modest living feeding the folks that were preparing to cross the lazy old St. John's river as they headed for the sun. It was love at first sight when he saw Mary, and within 2 months Mary and Guido were married and opening the first Spoonpipe's Pizza. Guido making his pizza, Mary making her hand-crafted beer, and both of them experimenting along the way. It would be almost 2 years before they would come up with their now world famous beer-dough crust (as used in our Florida Smacker), and it was one of the biggest things to ever hit Cowford. The week after it was introduced in their little pizzeria, Mary and Guido were invited to the White House to serve their delightful creation to the President and his entire White House bowling team, and it would all be recorded for history on the front page of USA Today.

On a sad note, after all the press Mary and Guido received after their trip to Washington DC, it wasn't long before a telegram arrived from the US trademark office. It's message was a simple one; "Cease and desist using the Spoonpipe name for your establishment", with no further explanation. So Spoonpipes's Pizza became Brewer's Pizza.

You are living the rest of the story, enjoying the company of family, friends and neighbors, while eating and drinking the best Cowford has to offer, unless you are a Spoonpipe. We don't serve Spoonpipes