Bring me your downtrodden, hung-over and those sick of the annoying brown-rice-and-veggie types populating the city.
Leave your special requests—no bleedin' egg whites or broiled boneless, skinless chicken breasts for God's sakes—at home and order straight off the menu. It's time to eat. The crowd at the door is hungry, grumpy and champing at the bit. Hurry up and order.
Chicken, waffles, gravy, and syrup so good you'll find yourself wondering whether you're doing something illegal.