To whomever made my Italian hoagie on this date, May 19 around 1130, you are a hoagie God! All the ingredients were delicately placed between the two soft sections of white bread, not hurriedly like most hoagie places. The onion and tomato were married together...
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To whomever made my Italian hoagie on this date, May 19 around 1130, you are a hoagie God! All the ingredients were delicately placed between the two soft sections of white bread, not hurriedly like most hoagie places. The onion and tomato were married together with the lettuce so the lettuce didn't spit itself out with each bite, inevitably resulting in the frustrated removal of the green substance by hand. Oh no, this lettuce wanted to stay, to be enjoyed. The mayonnaise was gently spread along the bread in the exact amount to not have to wonder if it were even there or having it end up all over your face/hands. It was a joyous meal. So, to you hoagie God, I say you deserve that 15 dollars an hour! Huzzah!