»A wing and a prayer

jimg and I have a newfound ritual: Burgermeister wings each Monday (half-price!). Although on occasion we are stymied: we arrive too late, and others have devoured all the wings. This time we were momentarily adrift, and walking south'ards across Market, when we decided to jump in a cab and head to Giordano Bros., where we enjoyed Pittsburgh-style sammiches and reminisced with proprietor Jeff about all the greasy-spoons and bars we knew in Da Burgh: Chiefs, Silky's, Denny's (jimg's favourite), Mitchell's, and the late, much-lamented Chiodo's.