Wow from the moment I walked in and saw a geriatric and/or retarded lady drool on herself as only short bus people can, I knew I was in for a special treat. Extra brownie points for the local regular geezer who showed his head stitches to the hostess. The hostess then invited Frankengeezer to our table but he declined. They messed up my order and I never got my raspberry iced tea but hey that's ok. They're restaurant people. They don't have an education and Ohio has a low minimum wage. What can you expect? The pastrami sandwich was phat. Almost as good as The Hat in So cal. All sides come separately though. Boo!