The ambiance is 5 stars. We went on a Friday night and were surprised when nobody was there. Great dancefloor, but totally empty. Ordered a Jameson on the rocks. "That'll be $12.50." As Aunt Bunny would say: Guuuurrl please. And...then we left. FAIL.
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Healthy ice cream! I am a huge ice cream lover. Usually when I tell people healthy they give me the stink eye but when I had them try this, they loved it! This is a must go place. Design your own and enjoy. It is dessert and a show. The owner and his wife are very cute. They used to have a store in Hollywood but it closed down and I followed them here so it must be that good!
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Love the food and LOVE GEORGE!!!!! Awesome cook and entertainer! Definitely will be back!
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This place feels like home - a home built of tires and bolts and lots of unidentifiable bicycle parts. My first visit to Kraynick's was during a panic situation, otherwise known as a tire blow-out. Having commuted to work daily by bike for 3+ years, I've been strangely immune to things like flats, blowouts, or really anything of the sort. So when it happened, I had no clue what to do. I thought about visiting Performance Bike in East Liberty, where I purchased my current ride, but the lure of Kraynick's was too much. Plus, I was able to leave work 10 minutes early and actually get there before their 6pm closing time. With busted tire in one hand, I pushed the door open and was greeted with - well, I'm not really sure how to describe it. An avalanche perhaps, of bicycle parts EVERYWHERE. Seriously, hanging in every nook and cranny; taking up every inch of counter space; even occupying each step of the stairs near the front door (at least I think they were stairs...). I'm pretty sure I just stood there in awe for a minute before taking a few more hesitant steps inside. I'd read enough reviews to know that the white-haired man was Jerry. I waited for a few minutes while Jerry finished up with his customer and then just sort of presented my tire to him with a smile and a look that said "please don't judge me for not knowing what to do about this." No judgement. Jerry told me that it was a dangerous blowout and he hoped that I hadn't been going too fast. Then he plucked an identical tire from the ceiling rack above his head and asked me if I needed anything else. I rocked back and forth on my heels a few times before sheepishly asking if he could tell me how to change the tire once I returned home. In, I swear, no less than 10 words, he explained the process and wished me luck. For $20 I bought a tire, tube and the, um, the things you use to take the tire off...tire irons? I'll take a class someday. Seriously. Aaaanyway. I returned to the shop earlier this week with the other tire, which had been experiencing an annoying slow leak. Jerry told me it was just the tube and offered his tools in "the back" so I could do a quick change. Well, if the front room was filled to the brim with every part under the cycle sun, the back room was equally bursting with every tool imaginable; none of which I knew how to use. With the kind help of a few of the guys who were working on their own bikes, I managed to change out the tube in no time, leaving the shop with a kind of silly sense of accomplishment and some incredibly black hands.
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