Like food, for instance. Up in Pennsylvania, especially in and around Philadelphia, there is a real treat, called the Philly Cheese Steak, a sandwich.
We first tasted this delicacy (does one have to be a gourmet to use that term?) when we went to visit Donna there in the late 1970's. Loved 'em then, and never forgot. Most importantly, never had their equal, anywhere. Here in Florida in recent years, one finds the sandwich offered a lot, but NEVER is it equal...UNTIL...a place called LaSpada's only a mile or two away from our front door!
Naturally, the family that runs the place is originally from Philly, and got its start up there, and knows how to make the things correctly. (Son-in-law Gary and I have experimented with other places in order to compare, and there is always something missing, something incorrect about all of them.) Tomorrow, I'll follow up with a blizzard.
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