A Taste of Home

I have been informed, and I know that it is true, that I am a New Jersey snob.

So I walked into this little sandwich shop yesterday...

and I was thinking to myself "umm... yeah right."

I had little hope that they would live up to their name. 

Then I was greeted by a little Italian man at the counter, who spoke in broken English,

and I fell in love with the Italian grandpa handing out orders.

I probably need to try a cheesesteak,

but I had to go back to work and cheeseteaks make you want to nap.

I was encouraged by the fact that they had a cheeseteak and a chzsteak as options. 

But I had an italian. 

I enjoyed this little piece of home so much, I literally almost teared up a little.

Who wants to go with me next time?