This is a restaurant which not only has singularly marvelous pizza, but, has, for two and a half decades now, been near and dear to my heart. I will turn 40 years old in less than one year's time. At the young age of fifteen, I had the opportunity to experience poignant tragedy in the form of the completely unexpected death of my 11 year old brother--a warm, gentle, loving boy. I can't remember specifically when, as to this day, that entire week remains something of a blur, but, at some point--as my family's home was abuzz with friends and families, coworkers and others, all who knew not what to say--two humongous piles of pizza boxes were delivered to our home. I don't remember the specific wording of the affixed note, but it was something to the effect of "We heard about your situation and simply wanted to reach out and share our love with you." To this day, no one knows how they even knew, but, as a fifteen year old, I had no problem helping them out of their apparent "excess pizza problem." I've never forgotten the name. Ray's. Delivering for Doordash a couple months ago, I ended up back at the very restaurant that sent those pizzas. None of the employees had any idea what I was talking about--I'd say it was a fair bet that none of them had 25 years Ray's employment under their belt. All the same, I ended up ordering a pizza myself a few days later and, my goodness, it tasted just as good as it had before. Thanks for your heart back on November 3rd, 1999, and thanks a bunch for still making great tasting pies! -Adam Lee (Brother to Jacob Andrew Lee a.k.a. "Birdie."😁)