If you EVER find Mr. Marshall, drug him, throw him into your trunk (but get some help first) and have him make pizza as his ransom. It was amazing. The place closed in 2003 or so, allegedly because as a cash business, the IRS decided to check his books. They went "on vacation" for weeks, and I remember seeing the whole operation being wheeled out the front door. Edward said it sold at auction to another local restaurant for $750. Sad. (I will not name the other business, because they were never friendly and their food always made me sick... and I don't remember the name).
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