Mohamed Mansour took his sons to visit U.S. colleges a few years ago. One of the stops was his alma mater, North Carolina State.

After touring the red-brick campus, they had some extra time and he navigated their driver through the streets of Raleigh, a right turn here, a left there, toward a modest restaurant with a green awning that he figured no longer existed.

“God behold,” Mansour says, “there it was.”

Amadeo’s on Western Boulevard, its website says, has “been serving up authentic Italian flavors with a side of NC State pride” since 1963. They walked in, sat down and ordered a pizza. The décor was the same. The smell was the same.

Mansour asked if Dick, the owner, was around. He was, and an aging man with gray hair and a hunched gait emerged from the back. Mansour asked if he reme

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