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| - Steak and G's, as it's affectionately known to us natives, is a veritable melting pot of people of all races, economic status, ages, and levels of recreational drug usage. The magic of this place is that it can unite these disparate groups under the banner of good, greasy, late-night eats.
What should you expect when you walk in? Clearly, something that used to be a 1970s lounge. But today the once-soft light has been replaced with the harsh, unforgiving glow of the fluorescent bulb, illuminating the zombie-like gazes of hungry patrons anxiously awaiting their midnight meals. You'll spot the regulars -- the Unabomber lookalike in the corner scrawling mathematical formulas on his napkin while he pounds black coffee, the guy in the suit who may or may not be a friendly neighborhood pimp, and the obligatory gang of stoned high-schoolers playing nonsensical games with the hot sauce bottles on their table. Like I said -- a true cross-section of America.
Back in my day (c. 2000), the food was prepared and served by a couple of amiable gentlemen of Greek descent, who I believe were the owners at the time. I heard they've since sold it. You will undoubtedly find a Flintstone-size log of meat rotating on its spit, a huge griddle good for scrambling up anything from pastrami to eggs to hash browns, and an arsenal of fryers just itching to whip up delicious French fries and mozzarella sticks.
The must have items on the menu: an authentic Greek gyro, a corned beef sandwich with cheese and pickles and a side of fries, and the cheese sticks themselves. The later you go, the better it tastes.
So here's to Steak And G's: trophy of the dives, titan of fried cuisine, the crown jewel of Shaker Heights restaurants. God Bless America, Amen.
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