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| Capriotti's Italian hoagie. Photo: naplesnews.com |
In observance of hoagie day, I called in to Capriotti's and ordered an Italian hoagie. Genoa salami, Capacola ham, prosciutto, provolone, lettuce, tomato, onion, sweet peppers, oil and oregano. Had half for lunch yesterday, am polishing off the other half today. I could've picked up a shorty from Wawa, but I thought if I was going for it, I might as well go all out and get the good stuff. Oh dear, that'll alienate some of my Wawa-worshipping friends, I have no doubt.
Occasionally my family ordered these for a weekend dinner when I was growing up. We'd unroll them out of the paper, pop open a fresh bag of Herr's and pour some sodas over ice...and let me tell you, we did NOT drink a lot of soda in my house (we still don't), so you knew it was a special occasion. It was usually an Italian for my parents, a turkey for my sister and me. I used to think Capriotti's was a local franchise, but when searching the web site for a phone number the other night, I found out that apparently they've got locations on the west coast, and in Florida and northern states as well! There goes my childhood... However, the original shop was (still is, actually) located in the Italian neighborhood of Wilmington, Delaware, so that makes me feel better.
And speaking of Wilmington, totally forgot that yesterday was Cinco de Mayo until after making dinner and drinks plans with my friend Katie. We met up at the Charcoal Pit (the original one!/also a childhood staple, as my grandparents live right up the road) for Pitt Specials, then drove down the street to Stoney's Pub for some good English fare. We a pint of Strongbow each and ordered dessert: ginger cake with chocolate chips for me, bread pudding for Katie. So, when the waitress presented me with a dish of "spotted dick" I was a bit perplexed. But there it was, the ginger cake, chocolate chips and all. I had heard of spotted dick from reading Harry Potter, but now I know what it actually is! It would have been better without the thick, caramel-ish custard engulfing the plate, but, you live and learn.
So yeah, while everyone else our age was celebrating "Drinko de Mayo" by eating nachos and chugging frozen margaritas (eww) Katie and I nursed some Strongbow and oatmeal stout, reminiscing about our days abroad in England and catching up on the last eight months of our lives. No obnoxious mariachi music or sloppy drunks here, my friends. Just British flags, the Phillies game, and leftover fluffy white decorations from the Royal Wedding.
Today is Astronomy Day. If I was going to be home tonight, I'd probably join my dad in watching one of those National Geographic Specials about the universe; ever since we got our new, HD television, I've been finding dad watching those at least twice a week, mouth agape, shoulders slack, glassy eyes reflecting HD images of wormholes and the Milky Way. However, I'm going to be in Lancaster City for First Friday tonight, and I don't think I'll be able to do any stargazing from there. So how will I celebrate? Stay tuned.
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