Nothing beats a good walk and a weedge on a Friday. This place doesn’t look like much, but the food is good and relatively cheap (six bucks and change for a loaded six inch sandwich, a bag of chips, and a small drink). They serve Boar’s Head meat, have a full grill, and — so I’m told — make a mean pastrami. Plus I can walk over there and get back to the office in a half-hour.
A certain far-too-perky Food Network hostess refers to them as “sammys,” but my buddy Schaffran coined a better nickname for his Oscar-Mayer-between-slices-of-Wonderbread: The weedge, thus elevating the lowly sandwich to new heights on Wolf Run Circle:
“Hiya, Schaff. Whatcha doin’?”
“I’m having a weedge — a sandweedge.”
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