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| - I stopped by Tom's a couple of times last week. The first was after a concert with a buddy who hadn't been here in a good while. The second time was with Kay. Both visits were the epitome of all that is righteous about diners.
Visit #1 occurred unforgivably late on a weeknight. My pal is unemployed at the moment. I start work at 8:30. Immaterial of our schedules, we headed to Tom's and found that its red-n-white retro charm still stands. Spotless and far from a dive, Guy Fieri is overdue for a taping here, and with offerings such as the Mike and Tony's Vs. Primanti Brothers smash that is the Greek Goddess Hera sandwich, Tom's rules the eventide. Betwixt two buttery cuts of Texas Toast is placed a pile of fries and a pile of shaved gyro meat for your maximum, midnight-hour enjoyment.
Remember, I don't drink alcohol at all. Yet relished it, fervently, reverently.
A wedge of cheesecake-like Snickers Pie quelled sweet cravings that night much like its cousin, The Peanut Butter Pie did, gallantly serving as a reward for defeating Tom's humongous Super Gyro decisively. It was as if a bounty had been placed on the giant sandwich, and I, the bail enforcer, had collected...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHs3UygkXGc
It seems fashionable to back-handedly compliment joints such as Tony's or ruthlessly deride them. Call me uncool or clueless for I have never had a negative experience here and am thankful I have such a 24/7 option so close to home. The service was exemplary and congenial both times (they gave us ketchup without asking and refilled drinks promptly), the restaurant itself was far from dingy (the tables were clean), and the food was just damn, damn good.
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