It was a snowy Christmas Eve, 1967, in Philly and some friends and I decided to venture over the bridge to Ponzio's, the only restaurant we knew to be open. Right before getting to the Tacony-Palmyra Bridge, our car got stuck in the snow and the four of us spent the evening digging ourselves out instead of eating. We never got to Ponzio's that night, but a few years later, I married and, in 1972 moved to Cherry Hill where Ponzio's soon became our second home. Ponzio's has always been my husband's favorite restaurant. And, it was the only place where our picky-eater son would eat as a little boy. One night over dinner there, we actually tried to figure out what percentage of our annual income we spent at Ponzio's. My husband, whose affinity for the restaurant was well known, once received a Ponizio's hat and sweatshirt for his birthday. It is still his favorite place to eat, he longs for the cheese rolls, and requests to go there every year on his birthday.