I miss Mr. Slice.
Loved his location just at the start of the west end past the round a bout.
Old Hydro (electric) cable spools for tables.
When we stayed at Samsara in the 90's he had a delivery man with a big metal box on the front of his bicycle.
When we first stayed at Seastar, Mr. Slice had a rasta delivery man with a Lada who used to pull into the yard and get out of the car shouting Pizza, Pizza, Pizza. The guy had a huge high cap for his dreads.
Great pizza and great presentation!!