It was Labor Day weekend in 1983, and Dad hired me to run Mick's Lounge, a bar he co-owned, for $200 a week. The business was nearly bankrupt. But I said, 'Dad, I can fix it.' It was the most natural thing I'd ever done. It just made sense to me.
I buried my dad on a Thursday and showed up for work on Friday.
I will not allow either my good name or the good name of the company I founded and love to be unfairly tainted.
Better ingredients, better pizza - it's not a slogan. It's a way of life.
My wife's a redneck, and she loves a muscle car.
I was born and raised in the state of Indiana, and it's where I started Papa John's, so this state and our partnership with the Pacers hold a special place in my heart.
