There’s one in every Jersey town. More than one, probably. Named the same. Fat Tony’s. Greasy Joe’s. Vince’s. They all look the same, with the grease-slick linoleum floor that was never new, faded posters of barely-remembered movies, maybe a Pong or Pac-Man machine, maybe out of order.
The smell of cheese, of vinegar, of frying onions and peppers. Stacks of sub rolls piled on a rack, a well-worn slicer on the back counter. The shop’s first dollar in a cheap frame on the wall above a Polaroid of the owner’s father behind the counter, face bleached snow-white by the flashbulb.
An evocative picture, Joshua
I had to look ubiquity up. The title fits your story. There is such comfort in this type of it, unlike chain stores and strip malls.
Sounds like my kinda place. I would be a regular every lunchtime, just across the road from my work – ideal.
With all those minute details, I might as well be right there in person
Is it bad that this made me a little hungry?
I could have been standing in the queue there. Well evoked.
We’ve all been to one!
Joe’s Cafe – we call them around here. Have you seen the high rolling car parked out back?
Dear Josh,
Wimpy’s Burgers here…among others. Owned and run my Sam Salvagio. ;)
Shalom,
Rochelle
Aw. Thanks. I’m on the road and haven’t had a chance to comment on any stories yet
Been there, only in my town it’s Sal’s. Great cheesesteaks!