I haven’t been back in years but the place was pretty good. When I was in high school, they had these sick little calzone knockoffs called peewees which were deep fried pizza crust stuffed with sloppy joe meat — good as a kid when you don’t know better. Anyway, I got«banned for life» for being part of a food fight. I think there were about eight of us that were kicked out — sort of like the Black Sox! They must have forgot about the banning because about six years later I spend two summers going back every day for their happy hour — 60 cent beers from 4−6pm on weekdays.