There are no tables at The Pretty Lady, just one big, horseshoe-shaped counter with the kind of wooden chairs that are attached to the floor by rotating pole. There are three pretty ladies of The Pretty Lady, but the one who will take your order, who I believe is named Sung, is funny and dry and will give you a fist bump on your way out.
I had a very good salad and a perfectly acceptable fish sandwich, but my friend and I were coveting our neighbor’s chili fries.
18th and Peralta, West Oakland. Check it out.