This place. This is Lancaster. My father ate here, his father ate here. I prefer the cheese steak, some swear by the meatball sub, at lunch a slice of pizza is the order of the day.
I've seen men die here. I've been denied vegetables on my slice because an employee didn't know how to work the slicer. I've seen the alienated and insane rant away over a plastic cup of cheap beer.
If you don't like The Vous, I don't like you, and I will fight about it. Either go to The Vous or get the hell out of Lancaster and don't look back you pasty, weak willed piece of human flotsam.
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