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| - Oh Sneak's, my trusty and reliable old pal!
Every mischief-making night out should conclude with a default visit to Sneaky Dee's, and it usually does. There really isn't anything not to love about this place.
The server turnover is low - you'll always see the same servers over and over again. There's the smokin' hot, bashful tattooed girl that every single customer (male and female) has a monster crush on, the smiley, friendly (white) girl with cheeky Trinny accent, the dude with the epic goatee that could be a Pantera stand-in...there must be something especially awesome about working at Sneak's that keeps these people employed there because the clientele certainly can get out of control and whiny.
The menu is epic. You have your choice of Tex Mex fare, wings, breakfast, soup, sandwiches and whatever else. I'm partial to the grilled cheese and veg burrito - just watch out for that "side order" of fries, because what it really is is a bulk shipment of potatoes from P.E.I. thrown on a plate. The portion is MONSTROUS. Easily enough for four people to share.
This isn't the place to go on a date or to have a quiet and serious conversation - your train of thought will most certainly be interrupted by:
a) a pint of beer being spilled into your lap
b) drinking games
c) soccer chants/singing
d) general yelling and hootenanny
TOUCHING ANECDOTE: I once lost my metropass three days into the month (I know) and when I retraced my steps I realized it may have been somewhere in the depths of Sneaky Dee's. Not exactly ideal. At 4am I called them and asked the server to take a look around for it and after putting me on hold for five minutes she came back to announce that she'd found it. She left it in an envelope with my name on it and I picked it up the next day. WHO DOES THAT?! Someone who kicks seven kinds of asses, that's who.
Bring ID, cause you'll be asked for it.
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