Honestly I have no idea how this place is still in business. Everything about it is just tiny and nondescript, despite the premium location at the intersection where State Street and Capitol Square meet. That, and I personally never think to myself: "You know what I feel like eating? A softball-sized portion of ground beef and onion stuffed inside a hot pocket."
So as strange as that sounds, and despite the fact that it just sits under a heat lamp all day, the Teddywedgers pasty have never given me even the slightest stomachache. I realize that's setting the bar pretty low. But the thing is that there's very little that's visually appealing about Myles Teddywedgers, and yet they still manage to serve up a decent, affordable, filling meal in meaty calzone-style pocket form.