There was a grinder shop in my old neighborhood like that. Two, actually, which confused me no end when I was out and got an urge for a sandwich. Eventually I'd pick one, and if the weather was good I'd head for the park and eat there. I spent a lot more time outside in those days; in fact my visibility was so high that I later found out that people who didn't know me nicknamed me the "Mayor of Elmwood". 
If it weren't for the fact that I lived in a hellhole full of UTTER MORONS I'd probably still be there. Glad I'm not, though; this is a far nicer area. 
If it weren't for the fact that I lived in a hellhole full of UTTER MORONS I'd probably still be there. Glad I'm not, though; this is a far nicer area.
