the best place on earth. despite being pretty busy even at odd hours, the employees have been claiming that they're going out of business for at least ten years now. arrive early to hear christopher (the grill man) curse himself as a "fucking cheesesteak slave" or listen to john himself casually mention how shitty his life is. the only thing better than the cheesesteaks are the meatball hoagies, and i legitimately struggle with deciding which one to get days before i even get back into town. they use only the realest rolls "from conshohocken" and utz crab chips are usually stocked. as of thanksgiving 2010, the arcade features mortal kombat 3, but asking john to break a dollar so you can play is not for the faint of heart.