I posted a query on this middle eastern off track betting parlor last week.
The middle aged gents are NOT there for the food, unless they love dry schwarma served on a stale roll without any tahini sauce.
I guess they are alowed to smoke, play dominos, poker, video slots, and engage in loud arguements there, because they never have to worry about any paying customers (except yours truly) interrupting the party to order food.
I mean really really bad.
Did I mention that the schwarma tasted like sour plaster?