I walked in the front door. The sign said, "Wookie Wednesday! Howl like a wookie for a dollar off your meal!" The guy behind the register looked down at my black tee emblazoned with a bold cartoon logo of yesteryear and exlaimed, "What's up Thundercat. You hungry?"
Sold.
I'm not one of Mary Jane's best boyfriends. Oh I still think she's pretty hot. She's just not the girl I turn to when I need some late night lovin. So why would a fly guy who's not such a high guy be into a place with weed up in his face?
Simple. The staff are entertaining. The food is good and not too expensive. I enjoy watching pictures of presidents, aliens, and your mom (I swear, go check, third polaroid from the end!) sharing a toke and a smile while my sandwich is being situated.
Cheba is always on my list when I'm looking for something to fulfill my late, but not too late night cravings. Even so, I still prefer take away. It's a fun place.. for about five minutes while my sandwich is getting made. And then I'm ready to jet.
I know I'm gonna jinx myself... but these guys have never fucked up my meal. How cool is that?