I went in while traveling to order my usual poor man’s chicken parmesan. The girl behind the counter seemed very enthused and asked if she could make my sandwich how she’d make her own. I gave her the go ahead, and true to her word...
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I went in while traveling to order my usual poor man’s chicken parmesan. The girl behind the counter seemed very enthused and asked if she could make my sandwich how she’d make her own. I gave her the go ahead, and true to her word she made me the best damn sandwich I’ve had in my life. I’m going to have dreams about that sandwich. I only wish I’d thought to get my mysterious sandwich goddess’s name. Keep making sandwiches, girl. Spread joy.