After Marion passed away in August, I didn't want to go back. It seemed like she was the heart and soul of the place. Finally, the paucity of decent chippies downtown lured me back and I discovered she still lives on through her family. Parking shmarking--there's nothing better than a good walk after a hearty meal. I always go for the cod myself and the onion rings are (I would never have said this within earshot of Marion) orgasmically wonderful. But what makes the food beyond compare is the warmth and hospitality of the place. She was a strong lady and she forged a strong tradition. And the lemon meringue pie is still mouth poppingly good.