A quarter-century ago, my friend Erik and I used to get calzones delivered after we got home from the bars. (I would get a buffalo chicken and a barbecue chicken, eat half of each, and then eat the other halves the next day for lunch. Or breakfast.)
It made me smile to walk past and see their hours. How many places to do you know that close at 4 AM?
Drunk college students are obviously their market.
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