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| - I was visiting my parents and needed somewhere to eat. My mom wanted a really good sandwich. I found this place online, read the reviews, and took a chance.
The inside was very small which proved to be a positive for this environment as they definitely need to discourage as much loitering as possible. When my mom and I pulled into the parking lot, we observed white guys "dapping up" every hand that walked by while enjoying a good smoke and leaning on their buddy's old white car. I went inside and the guy took my order and was very patient and nice. As patrons ordered and received their food, it became obvious all food is placed in tiny, brown paper bags. How cute and endearing. The establishment is not fancy and oozes old-school, and it works for them. I waited for my food and kept looking at the guys cooking and thinking to myself how familiar they looked. I started to wonder did I attend high school with one of them, or did they fly into Charlotte-Douglass at the same time/day as me? "Damn, I know that I know these guys." Like a ton of hot dogs (fixed all the way) it finally hit me. These guys were the dudes slapping every hand walking by and smoking when we drove up. "Shit, now what? Do I walk away (although I have already paid my money) or sit tight?" I chose to sit tight knowing full well they entered the sandwich shop right behind me. I was so focused on the menu that I didn't see them wash their hands, but its cool though because maybe they did. Besides I can't see everything--I guess. I got my food in its little brown paper bag with grease stains and love it. The food had that quality, old-school taste, packaging, and simplicity to it. All in all. I'm a fan--cigarette smoke and everything in between.
All you need to do is pray over your food and dig in. You will not regret it.
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