WHAT'S REALLY FOOD?

i was really ready to write this based on good looks alone, but i promise there’s food involved. i previously wrote a thing about being really hungry at my new job and have since been too busy working to hang out on tumblr.  but when you somehow find yourself eating cured italian beef under florescent office lights, the need to scream about it becomes impossible to ignore. hell’s kitchen (at least near 36th + 8th) has literally no food.  i mean, there’s white castle and fifteen starbucks(es) within one block of my job, but i probably can’t live on a crave-case and venti mochaquadrupleshotnofatisthisarealthing every day.  so, instead of starving today, i tried to go see my dealer but found myself sidetracked by the sight of cured meats hanging in a window.   sergimmo salumeria represents everything i’ve dreamed about and drooled over since moving out of the ‘hood.  walls of olive oil, mysterious and chocolate italian snacks, fresh mozzarella, and salumi, salumi, salumi (SALUMI.).  you have no idea.  if you get it to stay, the sandwich is simply presented on grandma’s wooden cutting board.  like in the old country?  this place is run by a pack of cute, young italian guys (probably) from the neighborhoods - all beards, dark eyes, and dialogue that entirely unironically goes, “eyyy, vinny coocootz, ya know?  gabbagul and mozz’, badabing! this san’wich, best-a yr life!” with a lot of hand-motions.  except they probably read books and have master’s degrees, or something, but just love pork too much.  i empathize. i would have given this place 95 stars (we don’t do that) simply based on the guys making the food, but this isn’t what’s really boyfriends.  onto the sandwich.  for under ten bucks, i’m currently downing bresaola (FOR REAL.) with some of the best fresh mozzarella i’ve ever had on a crazydelicious italian baguette.  comes drizzled with balsamic & olive oil, some arugula, and i asked for sundried tomatoes.  this one’s the “abruzzo” sandwich, which i translated to mean, “let’s go on a date.”i was really ready to write this based on good looks alone, but i promise there’s food involved. i previously wrote a thing about being really hungry at my new job and have since been too busy working to hang out on tumblr.  but when you somehow find yourself eating cured italian beef under florescent office lights, the need to scream about it becomes impossible to ignore. hell’s kitchen (at least near 36th + 8th) has literally no food.  i mean, there’s white castle and fifteen starbucks(es) within one block of my job, but i probably can’t live on a crave-case and venti mochaquadrupleshotnofatisthisarealthing every day.  so, instead of starving today, i tried to go see my dealer but found myself sidetracked by the sight of cured meats hanging in a window.   sergimmo salumeria represents everything i’ve dreamed about and drooled over since moving out of the ‘hood.  walls of olive oil, mysterious and chocolate italian snacks, fresh mozzarella, and salumi, salumi, salumi (SALUMI.).  you have no idea.  if you get it to stay, the sandwich is simply presented on grandma’s wooden cutting board.  like in the old country?  this place is run by a pack of cute, young italian guys (probably) from the neighborhoods - all beards, dark eyes, and dialogue that entirely unironically goes, “eyyy, vinny coocootz, ya know?  gabbagul and mozz’, badabing! this san’wich, best-a yr life!” with a lot of hand-motions.  except they probably read books and have master’s degrees, or something, but just love pork too much.  i empathize. i would have given this place 95 stars (we don’t do that) simply based on the guys making the food, but this isn’t what’s really boyfriends.  onto the sandwich.  for under ten bucks, i’m currently downing bresaola (FOR REAL.) with some of the best fresh mozzarella i’ve ever had on a crazydelicious italian baguette.  comes drizzled with balsamic & olive oil, some arugula, and i asked for sundried tomatoes.  this one’s the “abruzzo” sandwich, which i translated to mean, “let’s go on a date.”i was really ready to write this based on good looks alone, but i promise there’s food involved. i previously wrote a thing about being really hungry at my new job and have since been too busy working to hang out on tumblr.  but when you somehow find yourself eating cured italian beef under florescent office lights, the need to scream about it becomes impossible to ignore. hell’s kitchen (at least near 36th + 8th) has literally no food.  i mean, there’s white castle and fifteen starbucks(es) within one block of my job, but i probably can’t live on a crave-case and venti mochaquadrupleshotnofatisthisarealthing every day.  so, instead of starving today, i tried to go see my dealer but found myself sidetracked by the sight of cured meats hanging in a window.   sergimmo salumeria represents everything i’ve dreamed about and drooled over since moving out of the ‘hood.  walls of olive oil, mysterious and chocolate italian snacks, fresh mozzarella, and salumi, salumi, salumi (SALUMI.).  you have no idea.  if you get it to stay, the sandwich is simply presented on grandma’s wooden cutting board.  like in the old country?  this place is run by a pack of cute, young italian guys (probably) from the neighborhoods - all beards, dark eyes, and dialogue that entirely unironically goes, “eyyy, vinny coocootz, ya know?  gabbagul and mozz’, badabing! this san’wich, best-a yr life!” with a lot of hand-motions.  except they probably read books and have master’s degrees, or something, but just love pork too much.  i empathize. i would have given this place 95 stars (we don’t do that) simply based on the guys making the food, but this isn’t what’s really boyfriends.  onto the sandwich.  for under ten bucks, i’m currently downing bresaola (FOR REAL.) with some of the best fresh mozzarella i’ve ever had on a crazydelicious italian baguette.  comes drizzled with balsamic & olive oil, some arugula, and i asked for sundried tomatoes.  this one’s the “abruzzo” sandwich, which i translated to mean, “let’s go on a date.”i was really ready to write this based on good looks alone, but i promise there’s food involved. i previously wrote a thing about being really hungry at my new job and have since been too busy working to hang out on tumblr.  but when you somehow find yourself eating cured italian beef under florescent office lights, the need to scream about it becomes impossible to ignore. hell’s kitchen (at least near 36th + 8th) has literally no food.  i mean, there’s white castle and fifteen starbucks(es) within one block of my job, but i probably can’t live on a crave-case and venti mochaquadrupleshotnofatisthisarealthing every day.  so, instead of starving today, i tried to go see my dealer but found myself sidetracked by the sight of cured meats hanging in a window.   sergimmo salumeria represents everything i’ve dreamed about and drooled over since moving out of the ‘hood.  walls of olive oil, mysterious and chocolate italian snacks, fresh mozzarella, and salumi, salumi, salumi (SALUMI.).  you have no idea.  if you get it to stay, the sandwich is simply presented on grandma’s wooden cutting board.  like in the old country?  this place is run by a pack of cute, young italian guys (probably) from the neighborhoods - all beards, dark eyes, and dialogue that entirely unironically goes, “eyyy, vinny coocootz, ya know?  gabbagul and mozz’, badabing! this san’wich, best-a yr life!” with a lot of hand-motions.  except they probably read books and have master’s degrees, or something, but just love pork too much.  i empathize. i would have given this place 95 stars (we don’t do that) simply based on the guys making the food, but this isn’t what’s really boyfriends.  onto the sandwich.  for under ten bucks, i’m currently downing bresaola (FOR REAL.) with some of the best fresh mozzarella i’ve ever had on a crazydelicious italian baguette.  comes drizzled with balsamic & olive oil, some arugula, and i asked for sundried tomatoes.  this one’s the “abruzzo” sandwich, which i translated to mean, “let’s go on a date.”i was really ready to write this based on good looks alone, but i promise there’s food involved. i previously wrote a thing about being really hungry at my new job and have since been too busy working to hang out on tumblr.  but when you somehow find yourself eating cured italian beef under florescent office lights, the need to scream about it becomes impossible to ignore. hell’s kitchen (at least near 36th + 8th) has literally no food.  i mean, there’s white castle and fifteen starbucks(es) within one block of my job, but i probably can’t live on a crave-case and venti mochaquadrupleshotnofatisthisarealthing every day.  so, instead of starving today, i tried to go see my dealer but found myself sidetracked by the sight of cured meats hanging in a window.   sergimmo salumeria represents everything i’ve dreamed about and drooled over since moving out of the ‘hood.  walls of olive oil, mysterious and chocolate italian snacks, fresh mozzarella, and salumi, salumi, salumi (SALUMI.).  you have no idea.  if you get it to stay, the sandwich is simply presented on grandma’s wooden cutting board.  like in the old country?  this place is run by a pack of cute, young italian guys (probably) from the neighborhoods - all beards, dark eyes, and dialogue that entirely unironically goes, “eyyy, vinny coocootz, ya know?  gabbagul and mozz’, badabing! this san’wich, best-a yr life!” with a lot of hand-motions.  except they probably read books and have master’s degrees, or something, but just love pork too much.  i empathize. i would have given this place 95 stars (we don’t do that) simply based on the guys making the food, but this isn’t what’s really boyfriends.  onto the sandwich.  for under ten bucks, i’m currently downing bresaola (FOR REAL.) with some of the best fresh mozzarella i’ve ever had on a crazydelicious italian baguette.  comes drizzled with balsamic & olive oil, some arugula, and i asked for sundried tomatoes.  this one’s the “abruzzo” sandwich, which i translated to mean, “let’s go on a date.”i was really ready to write this based on good looks alone, but i promise there’s food involved. i previously wrote a thing about being really hungry at my new job and have since been too busy working to hang out on tumblr.  but when you somehow find yourself eating cured italian beef under florescent office lights, the need to scream about it becomes impossible to ignore. hell’s kitchen (at least near 36th + 8th) has literally no food.  i mean, there’s white castle and fifteen starbucks(es) within one block of my job, but i probably can’t live on a crave-case and venti mochaquadrupleshotnofatisthisarealthing every day.  so, instead of starving today, i tried to go see my dealer but found myself sidetracked by the sight of cured meats hanging in a window.   sergimmo salumeria represents everything i’ve dreamed about and drooled over since moving out of the ‘hood.  walls of olive oil, mysterious and chocolate italian snacks, fresh mozzarella, and salumi, salumi, salumi (SALUMI.).  you have no idea.  if you get it to stay, the sandwich is simply presented on grandma’s wooden cutting board.  like in the old country?  this place is run by a pack of cute, young italian guys (probably) from the neighborhoods - all beards, dark eyes, and dialogue that entirely unironically goes, “eyyy, vinny coocootz, ya know?  gabbagul and mozz’, badabing! this san’wich, best-a yr life!” with a lot of hand-motions.  except they probably read books and have master’s degrees, or something, but just love pork too much.  i empathize. i would have given this place 95 stars (we don’t do that) simply based on the guys making the food, but this isn’t what’s really boyfriends.  onto the sandwich.  for under ten bucks, i’m currently downing bresaola (FOR REAL.) with some of the best fresh mozzarella i’ve ever had on a crazydelicious italian baguette.  comes drizzled with balsamic & olive oil, some arugula, and i asked for sundried tomatoes.  this one’s the “abruzzo” sandwich, which i translated to mean, “let’s go on a date.”

i was really ready to write this based on good looks alone, but i promise there’s food involved.

i previously wrote a thing about being really hungry at my new job and have since been too busy working to hang out on tumblr.  but when you somehow find yourself eating cured italian beef under florescent office lights, the need to scream about it becomes impossible to ignore.

hell’s kitchen (at least near 36th + 8th) has literally no food.  i mean, there’s white castle and fifteen starbucks(es) within one block of my job, but i probably can’t live on a crave-case and venti mochaquadrupleshotnofatisthisarealthing every day.  so, instead of starving today, i tried to go see my dealer but found myself sidetracked by the sight of cured meats hanging in a window.  

sergimmo salumeria represents everything i’ve dreamed about and drooled over since moving out of the ‘hood.  walls of olive oil, mysterious and chocolate italian snacks, fresh mozzarella, and salumi, salumi, salumi (SALUMI.).  you have no idea.  if you get it to stay, the sandwich is simply presented on grandma’s wooden cutting board.  like in the old country?  this place is run by a pack of cute, young italian guys (probably) from the neighborhoods - all beards, dark eyes, and dialogue that entirely unironically goes, “eyyy, vinny coocootz, ya know?  gabbagul and mozz’, badabing! this san’wich, best-a yr life!” with a lot of hand-motions.  except they probably read books and have master’s degrees, or something, but just love pork too much.  i empathize.

i would have given this place 95 stars (we don’t do that) simply based on the guys making the food, but this isn’t what’s really boyfriends.  onto the sandwich.  for under ten bucks, i’m currently downing bresaola (FOR REAL.) with some of the best fresh mozzarella i’ve ever had on a crazydelicious italian baguette.  comes drizzled with balsamic & olive oil, some arugula, and i asked for sundried tomatoes.  this one’s the “abruzzo” sandwich, which i translated to mean, “let’s go on a date.”

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