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| - This place is KING of sandwiches. One of these gigator sandwiches can take a person out. Seriously. The following events happen every time you visit:
You smell it; your nose is on fire with love for that fried meat smell. You see it; it is a humongous slab of meat between two fresh pieces of bun, dripping with sauce, cheese, and extras. You touch it; it feels soft and warm and drippy with sauce. You bite into it; the experience of the tongue is one with the experience of the nose. You keep eating, and eating, and eating, and there is still a lot more sandwich left. Unfortunately for you, by now, you are addicted to the whole experience and cannot stop. Your stomach starts sending messages to suggest that perhaps the rest of the sandwich should be saved for later, but gets quickly vetoed by the nose and tongue. In time, you finish the sandwich. The stomach is beyond full and possibly angry. You sit there hoping and waiting for the stomach to digest a bit, and get rid of some of the discomfort you are feeling in your mid-section. You even begin considering that perhaps you may have over done it; maybe your stomach cannot get you out of this one. You sit for another 15 minutes in slight panic, but begin to realize that a fraction of the discomfort has subsided; you will live another day, and you will definitely be back.
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