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| - Oh, holy cow. This place. Why do I not live in Ohio anymore???
The husband and I usually end up at the same two or three restaurants when we visit our old stomping grounds, because nostalgia and hunger, but on this visit we told our friend to take us somewhere new. And now we're going to go to the same three or four restaurants when we visit...
Anyway, our friend told us to prepare for giant portions, but we were not prepared enough -- our humble sandwiches could have been meals for days if we had planned it out right! I had the fancy spicy Cuban sandwich with chips, the husband got a very tasty pulled pork sandwich with fries, and our friend got a smoked chicken pizza, all of which were basically the greatest. The bread on the Cuban sandwich did not last in the fridge, but picking off the cold meat and cheese a couple days later was more than tasty enough.
Also, beer! I had a bit of a spat with the waitress over the fact that they wanted to charge me for a sample of beer, but then she explained to me that Ohio laws are different from Florida laws and I sheepishly paid for my sample. Luckily, it was the super-delicious Trail Head Pale Ale, which, in addition to being worth the sample price also benefited my beloved MetroParks. My friend had hyped up some sort of salted caramel porter that was depressingly missing from the taps, but hey, that's just something to come back for in a year or so!
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