It was on S MLK ( then called Logan st) I worked there when I was 14 years old for a buck an hour and had to go in on my bike mind you and light the oven a couple hours early....for free. That was 42 years ago but me and my buddy shure had a good time ! On our own we would offer butter crust for extra money and we kept the profit forget how much and smeared melted butter all over the dough. We bought bottled pop down the road at the gas station and marked that up to. We ate a couple pizzas a night ourselves. We would make the dough the day before and one time it exspanded so much it popped the old fridge door right open.Sure had a good time and it still holds my fasination for homemade pizza !