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| - I am currently sitting in my boxer briefs in a hotel room bed sipping a victory Dirt Wolf. None of this would be possible without Uncle Sam.
This place deserves more than the measly five stars I have bestowed upon it. They are not just a restaurant; they are a sanctuary, an escape, proof that good people will always triumph in this world. Oh, and their food is dope.
I'm on my final leg of our trip across the county. After a tire blow out halfway between Chicago and Philadelphia (our final destination) we got waylaid and had to make an unexpected pit stop in Pittsburgh. Little did I know our misfortune was just lady fortune masquerading as disaster.
After a long drive and hours standing in the rain, we were desperate for a hoagie near our hotel. Well, yelp came through big time and recommended this place right across the street from our hotel.
I expected nothing, but got everything.
We ordered a hot Italian sub and a couple beers (who knew they'd carry some tasty local beers at crazy cheap price). Cashier was super friendly and our total was like 14 dollars. That would barely get me one bottle of beer in the Bay Area, let alone our whole meal with 2 beers.
Food was great, staff seemed to be having a good time, and there were some cops chowing down in the corner (which means this must be a good local spot and that this was the safest meal I would have that week).
The icing on the cake was our parting gift. Out of the kindness of his heart, because he saw our overloaded SUV and respected the adventure we too, the friendly (I'm assuming manager? Owner? Original Uncle Sam? Flava Flav-ish hype dude?) manager went out of his way to grab us two bottles of the beers we bought and stuck them in a brown bag as a parting gift for us.
I mean, who does that anymore? After a long day on the road with car trouble after a long week of adventure; we got our cake iced.
Thank you kind sir. Thank you Uncle Sam's. Your kindness has warmed my heart and soul.
Mahalo for your Kakuah!
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