Scene From An Italian Restaurant

During our first visit to an Italian joint a couple blocks down the street on Sunday evening:

Owner: How-a izza everything tonight?

Sid: Awesome.

Mrs. F’er: This is the best pizza I’ve had since my grandmother died.

Owner: Ah, good – that-a makes us a very happy.

I’m hoping he was referring to the pizza and not her dead grandmother. It's not like she was competing in the same neighborhood.