Who carves

Rami Haddad, the man behind the glass.

I am 48. I ran a smaller counter on Main Street West until the lease made no sense. Unit 22 in this plaza is bigger, uglier, and closer to people who actually eat lunch. I still do the morning salt on the chicken. My nephew does Friday nights because I am not 28.

This website is a board and a slip. It is not a journal. It is not a franchise pitch. Lot Twenty-Two is one counter. If you came looking for a chain app, leave. If you came looking for a wrap and a callback, stay.

Criticism I will not sand off: the chairs by the window rattle, the radio is whoever got here first, and we close the dining two-top at nine even if the spit is still turning. Takeout after that.