The ride over to Phillie’s was filled with an awkward quietness, but was quick enough. It is late afternoon as Smitty pulls up in front of Phillies, in the middle of a neighborhood that neither Azog nor Mugsy recognize – but they don’t really expect to either. As far as they know, Smitty is the only one who can consistently find the joint anyhow.
The two make their way in, and Smitty drives off as soon as they exit the hack. Nothing left to do but order lunch and have a chat.