Sausage…and so much more

My friend Kevin was just telling me about a restaurant he saw in Chicago called The Weiner’s Circle, where the staff berates the customers. Literally curses at them. As in, “That’ll be $26, bitch.”

Niiice.

“I need to work at a place like that!” he enthused.

But where do you find customer brutality like that in Phoenix?

Today, I think I found a contender: Stanley’s Sausages.

My husband did a drive by awhile back and deemed it worth a try, so we picked up some friends and went on a lunchtime adventure to the shop on 22nd Street and McDowell.

The five of us piled into the small shop.

“DO YOU WANT A SANDWICH. TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT,” the lady behind the counter barked in some Eastern European sounding accent.

“Meatball sub,” my husband said quickly. We each made our selections from the menu and  communicated it to the gruff woman in a perfunctory manner.

“DRINK!” she bellowed later.

“I think I want to change my drink order, ” our friend said, “but I’m frightened.”

That said, I did enjoy my smoked polish sausage sub.

Stanley’s Homemade Polish Sausage
2201 E McDowell Rd
Phoenix, AZ 85006