Was part of the closing crew at burger king when 14 years old, still remember the tile floors in the back, shiny as mirrors from the grease. There are rubber mats to ensure footing. You'd feel like a slime ball when you left, 2am. That's how you feel 2 steps into the O. And for god's sake order to go, can't recount how many wild characters I've seen gathered here once the sun goes down. Employees remind of the albino from Princess Bride. Have seen people not get their food AND get turned away a la Soup Nazi.
Get the smallest fry order, they're just too large and oily to tackle otherwise. The pizza's on point for salty and cheap NYC drunk March-Madness pizza. We used to eat 5 slices during the 12:40p tip game on First Friday and return after our brackets were busted by the 6-7p dead hour. The pizza's center slop is the best part, lovingly referred to as "the fetus". And you can pound a large on your own.
So here's the drill:
1) Drink a few beers to prep
2) Call in 1x large cheese pie per person, to go
3) Slam another beer to buzz-maintain
4) Have your DD drop you off out front once you're rocking that 3 beer buzz
5) Arrive EXACTLY as the pizza is due
6) Hope for an uneventful 5 minutes
7) Pink Floyds "Run Like Hell"
Parking can be a snag on crowded college nights so bring two friends--one to circle the block and one to watch your back.