On a recent Saturday night at La Brezza – the Bridgeland institution that’s sat in the same house on 1st Avenue N.E. since 1987 – the restaurant was buzzing. Tables of regulars who had clearly been going to the restaurant for decades passed around heaping platters of pasta while younger couples out for a date night shared calamari and other appetizers. As I dug into my own Italian feast, a table of six teenage boys, dressed in their best button-up shirts and slacks, sat down at the table beside me, out for a special dinner without any of their parents in sight. Read More