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Sandwich of Brotherly Love

This year I moved from New York to Philadelphia, where to my surprise, I am one of the least sandwich-obsessed people around. Living in Philly has been a whole new sandwich education. There are cheesesteaks, and hoagies, and cheesesteak hoagies to learn about, to say nothing of roast pork. There is the language of steak-ordering. Do you want it with sauce? Do you want it wit or witout? And what is a pizza steak? A bacon steak? (They’re not what I thought.) I know nothing, Jon Snow.
Related: Wawa robots, cream cheese foolery.