Primanti Amendment

This just in:

What kind of sandwich did you get? It looked like pastrami. Was it good and could you finish it?

Whoopsie. Oversights abound in my Primanti post. Forgive me. I was discombobulated.

It was good, yes. Finishing it was not a problem. More a comment on my appetite and capacity than on the size of the sandwich. The former, huge, the latter, huge. Asked the waitress about what was most popular, for perspective, and she was vague, non-committal. Corned beef seemed like the thing, to my addled mind, and I believe it was, although, who knows, it coulda been the knockwurst that delivers the KO.

Fries inside pose a ketchup dilemma. Ketchup on corned beef?!? You don’t know how bad I want to delete those words. Can’t look at them together, let alone eat them – the words OR the foods. Ack no. But the fries. The fries. The fries. Vigorous shaking of the hot sauce and pepper. Oh! On to something here. On!

A friend from Pittsburgh asked me later, “Did you put hot sauce and pepper on it?” I’m psychic, doncha know?!