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| - Nice as she was, my great-grandmother smoked three packs a day and cooked chicken liver; this PTs smells like Grandma's place. Despite the smell, I hung out longer than expected.
Our wings came in paper "buckets." I have never wanted to eat out of a bucket, but if I do, it shouldn't be disposable. It's doubly offensive. PT's wings are crispy, though, and the five of us had no problem finishing off the largest bucket size available. I ate the last one.
Patrons should know that there is no fruit on premises, not even an orange slice for your Blue Moon, which is served in a big glass for only two or three bucks. Thank you, PTs.
To top off our night, our waitress shared her marble birthday cake with us.
With all the cake, food, drinks, conversation, and deadly smoke, I could almost feel Grandma Dye in the room. It was a good night.
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