Some say he was born with a cholent spoon in his hand. Others say he once asked for extra schug before even tasting the food. All we know is: Sammy had a dream. A dream where yeshiva guys could finally get a hot schnitzel sandwich, a cold beer mayim soda, and argue about Gemara in peace.
So he opened Sammy’s So Spicy. It’s not fancy. It’s not fleishig fine dining. But it is where the chevra meets for lunch, supper, post-Maariv matzav, and the sacred Thursday Night Chill™.
Come for the kishka, stay for the kugel, return for the hashkafa shmoozing.
