“I didn’t know this place existed, and I’ve lived in this neighborhood forever,” Mark said as he and Austin walked into a small bar several blocks from his apartment building. It sat between an auto repair shop and a laundromat.
“Probably because it only opened last November,” Austin replied. “I stumbled onto it by chance when I was looking for an office supply store which was supposed to be here.”
The place was small, and very busy for a Wednesday night. Busy enough they had to wait a few minutes for a table to open up.
“No steak,” Mark commented after perusing the menu.
“I beg to differ,” Austin replied. “They have a steak sandwich. Order it with the bread on the side. No butter, no mayo.”
Mark grinned. “Then hold the bread.” He wondered if Austin would get the reference.
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