Another page in the book, written in the universally understood language of sandwiches. Pittsburgh is sandwich central, the axis of eating.

My Ngoc serves Banh Mi in season, with a grill set up on the sidewalk. You can’t beat an outdoor kitchen.
I owe this story to the Sublime Miss M. Thank you.


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