What an odd feeling to see Capriotti's in the bright sunshine of Scottsdale 25 years after getting take out from Capriotti's back in grungy old Delaware. The juxtaposition was at first a bit off-putting, but I drove right in and enjoyed a Capastrami sandwich just like it was yesterday. Only this time I got to walk out into the sunshine of Arizona vs. out into another rainy or cloudy day back east. It's a lot pricier than the old days, but still pretty darn good.