I repeated my order twice and still didn’t get what I asked for. Once I got home and took a bite, I realized dude had made me one of the best turkey subs I had ever tasted! It’s like he knew to give me the sandwich I needed, not the one I thought I deserved. I should have never doubted him.
In front of my work in a college town, there were foodtrucks. One with a middle aged dude making like the second best burgers in the city. The other one was “maczanka”. It’s pulled pork, slowly simmering in sauce for hours, in a medium sized breadroll / sandwich. Both of these were a huge culture shock to a dude from a mid-sized town moving to a former capital. They were so good to eat stoned, holy shit. Sadly, I don’t live there anymore. I do miss the burgers and the pulled pork though.
You can still visit ;_;
Too poor to smoke anymore sadly, let alone visit