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| - I can still feel the intense burn of the BB gun pellet in my thigh from that fateful night in Windsor, Ontario when he shot me at close range in a drunken stupor as I cowered under a coffee table, and then flash forward to me screaming "Hey, there's that jerkoff!" and pointing at his stupid face on TV as his restaurant was featured on You Gotta Eat Here (Canada's slightly less annoying version of Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives), but how can you hold a grudge against a guy who names his sandwich shop after his adorable wiener dog, Murray, and serves sandwiches like The Uncle Phil (his version of the Philly cheesesteak), or The Gimme The Keys Grilled Cheese (triple decker with the cheese of the day), but this time I opted for the Big Tahuna, which was a generous blob of tuna salad with celery, red peppers, cucumbers and cheese stuffed into a toasted bun and washed it down with a pint of 1516 to the satisfaction of my gluten-deprived gullet while backpacker hip hop blasted through the speakers (pro-tip: don't even get him started on Drake).
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