mwarps: oooh, baby, yeah.
Number Nine.
Cholestofest. The drool begins. Steak shavings, peppers, onions, mushrooms,
whiz, bland-ass bread. Add, as I do,
fried salami and a touch of
vinegar. Accept it from the counter person, and remember to thank them. Unwrap the first half of the sandwich; inhale to let the vinegar and
beef odor slam up your
nasal passages, a
full-on snort of
bad-for-you that'll bring an ache to your
salivary glands. The body can't spit fast enough to get this puppy
masticated, folded, spindled, digested. MMMmmmmm. Steeeaaaaaaak.
(for those just joining us, this is a sub sandwich made by D'Angelos chain sub shops. Go get yer own.)