Our family’s
neighborhood pizzeria.

It started in
a pizza kitchen.

Sean began washing dishes and rolling dough balls at a pizzeria in Largo when he was 14. Restaurant work took him through kitchens and dining rooms, then into luxury hotels in South Florida.

But Tampa Bay was home. Sean and Jackie sold their house, left their jobs, and moved their family back to start Madison Avenue Pizza.

Sean grew up in an Italian family where Sundays meant a pot of tomato sauce, meatballs, and bread dipped into the sauce to see how it was coming along. That care for food carries into Madison: slow-risen dough, house-baked rolls, and a kitchen that makes what it can from scratch.

From Sean, Jackie, Johnny, Ryan, and the whole Ferraro family—thank you for being part of Madison.