The name on our door is a tribute — to a man who never set foot in a catering hall, but whose Sunday sauce still fills every one of our chafing dishes.
Cesare Esposito was born in 1921 in Bagnara Calabra, a fishing village tucked between the Tyrrhenian Sea and the Aspromonte mountains. He was five-foot-two on his tallest day — short enough that the village women took to calling him piccolo Cesare, "little Caesar," the same way they'd called his father before him.
At seventeen, Cesare apprenticed at the village bakery. He rolled focaccia before dawn, learned to coax a wood-fired oven into producing the perfect crust, and memorized his mother Rosaria's recipe for pasta al forno — the Sunday lasagna that later became our most-ordered tray.
In 1972, Cesare emigrated to Canada with his wife Rosaria and their three children, settling in Mississauga's Clarkson neighbourhood. He worked the graveyard shift at a commercial bakery for seventeen years. His grandson Marco — our founder — spent every school holiday in Nonno's kitchen.
Marco Esposito founded Little Caesar Catering Co. in the summer of 2008, starting with a single rented commercial kitchen on Lakeshore Road and a second-hand refrigerated van. The first booking was a 40-person baptism in Oakville. The second was a 90-person retirement dinner for a Mississauga longshoremen's local. Word travelled.
By 2012 we'd outgrown the Lakeshore kitchen and moved to our current 3,400-square-foot facility on Dundas Street West, where a team of eight now handles bookings ranging from 20-person family lunches to 500-guest weddings at Liuna Station and Paletta Mansion.
What hasn't changed: every pasta is still rolled by hand that morning. Every sauce is Rosaria's recipe, simmered for four hours minimum. Every team member is either family or has been treated like it.
Every tagliatelle, raviolo and lasagna sheet is rolled that morning in our Dundas Street kitchen. No dry pasta, no freezer shortcuts — ever.
Our tomatoes come from a family farm near Leamington, our ricotta from Fortinos' Arthur dairy, our olive oil direct-imported from a cooperative in Calabria that ships twice a year.
If your guests leave hungry, we did something wrong. Our servings are calibrated to the Sunday-lunch standard, not the wedding-industry average.
No hidden service fees, no per-head gimmicks, no "plating fees" tacked on at the end. One quote, one invoice, one price.
We're not a franchise, a chain, or a division of a larger hospitality group. Everything on your plate is decided by the family that signs your invoice.
Our team arrives 90 minutes before guests and stays until the venue is spotless. You hired us to make the event look easy — so we make it look easy.
Tastings for weddings and corporate bookings of 80+ are always on us. Come by our Dundas Street kitchen, sample four courses, meet the team.
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