there’s a restaurant in my neighborhood called new york fried chicken pizza subs.

it is hands down the creepiest place you could possibly get food in richmond.  during the daylight hours it seems sketchy enough, but when the sun goes down, it’s total creepsville.

new york fried chicken pizza subs has been shut down for tax code violations, health code violations, shootings, assaults… you name it.

so last night walking home from the bar with dave and diana, filled with liquid courage, dave was hellbent on going in and getting a late night snack at 2:00am.  so diana and i acted as safety escorts and watched the parking lot while dave placed his order.

while we were there, we figured we might as well prove it.  here’s diana looking nervous (please note dave in the background waiting to order):

i’m trying to play it cool, but i am scared shitless:

and here’s dave finally ordering!  and look, he’s made a new friend!  ONLY AT NEW YORK FRIED CHICKEN PIZZA SUBS CAN THIS HAPPEN: