This little joint has been serving up Italian beef sandwiches to bar closers ever since I can remember! No dining in - in fact there is hardly room to hold 4 or 5 customers at a time. Food is passed thru a little hole in the wall to the cashier. I have such fond memories of gyros, italian beef, and pizza puffs, but I must have been drunk most of the time. My last couple of visits made me wonder what I was thinking.
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