What an awesome description of an Italian sandwich:
The final thing, however, that you need to know about the “Original” Italian from Amato’s, is that they are like crack frigging cocaine, and when I say that, it is quite literally because after having my first one, I felt like a giant, omniscient being had grabbed me by the chest, pulled me through a wooshing tunnel of blurred, misconceived reality, setting me on my feet with new eyes, blinking back tears at the new world that lay before me, yet frustratingly just out of my grasp. I instantly began planning when I would have my next fix, I would have stolen from friends and family or sold my body on the street to get the money, and I realized that I would never again feel as much joy in my heart as I did after that first bite, destined to forever chase that first, elusive high.
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