Three places, no seating, open till 5 AM, employees more wasted than the customers, ordering two Super Mightys and getting four (the employees forgot they made them), employee diabolically laughing when pumping more hot sauce onto your extra hot Super Mighty, being used as a human shield by someone getting beat up in the middle of Bailey Ave, hittting all the bars on the Elmwood Strip and hitting Mighty Taco at the end, realizing you're getting older when the number of bars hit on Elmwood is lower and the time for MT is earlier.