After a night out with the girls, it's kind of a ritual for us to end the night here. Around 2:30 in the morning, it's a great place to walk to and smash out on some greasy pizza and mammoth sized sandwiches. I just have one thing to say, good luck. It's every (wo)man for them self here as we stand around their bar shaped kitchen, fighting for the cook's attention to take our order. Closed mouths don't get fed, literally. The one out of the group with the biggest mouth fights their way to the front to place our order. Don't say I didn't warn you, lol. Five hungry, drunken people..... I'll take a cheese pizza (the whole damn thing) and three pastrami panini's (add egg). It is just so good and we devour all the food accordingly. Just a suggestion, don't listen to that friend that says (s)he's not hungry. Once the food is served, they will be!