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Tom’s in North Hollywood is the type of place where MEN go for lunch. Mechanics, HVAC workers, delivery guys. Walkie-talkies chirped intermittently in english and spanish, and two-thirds of the customers wore some shade of blue, their names embroidered above their hearts. I wasn’t surprised when my fork was dirty–tom’s isn’t the kind of place where you need to use a fork anyway.