Here is something you may not have known about Uncle Sam--he started the tastiest sub joint ever in Pittsburgh. Today, I was fortunate enough to indulge in his beautiful sandwich art. The experience at Uncle Sam's is nearly always one of a kind not only because of their artistry with a bun but also the kooked out staff. Take today for example, girl with shaved head and piercing through the middle of face tended to my tummy. Every purchase from this ragin girlie has tested my nerves a little. It never fails though, she sweetly takes down my orders and brings me free fries com sanduiche; she might not be as dangerous as her appearance suggests. I haven't decided yet but dig the service.
So now, I have a heap of deliciously oversalted and crispy fries along with one foot long, "Supreme Italian" sub (kinda like pictured above). Sam has earned himself a seat on top of the world for eating his sub, I'm not there yet, but I've been trying to eat as many as possible in hopes of one day getting there. Sometimes I worry that I finish my order too quickly but, in probably ten to fifteen minutes, I'm out of there and on the SLOW bike ride home.
Afterward, I feel kind of like this:
Happy Halloween Seattle!
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