It's 9 pm on a Friday. The pub down the street is full of people watchin' a fight. We need food. OJ's has our back. It's crowded, but there are still a couple of tables free. We grab one and wait for another friend to arrive.
The server is right on things, stopping by our table within minutes to let us know the drink specials and bringing us some menus. She's chatty and neighbourhoodly. What does neighbourhoodly mean? Not snooty, not dressed in an uber cleavagey shirt with a mini skirt. She's a normal person. I appreciate that.
House pints are on special. I order a blonde (what is it with me and blondes anyway?) and the cajun chicken cheddar burger. What I like about OJ's-all OJs' in fact-is automatically getting two sides with my burger. This time round I choose a salad and some mashed taters. Portions are big, but I inhaled that burger faster than a Dyson after a hair ball.
OJ's is OJ's. Dependable food, typically dependable service, usually not so crowded you can't find a place to sit, but not usually deserted. Menu's decent, price is right. What else can I say?