Blimpie

It’s a Blimpie — not much to say that’s special about a Blimpie other than it heals the hungry college student’s soul (and tummy). I never get to indulge in Blimpie or Subway much. but just once in a realllll blue moon, I’m down. This is the one and only Blimpie near where I live. The one on Fort Lee’s main street vanished many many years ago — a sad change for many of us turkey provolone sandwich loving crazies having to settle for Subway. Well, no more, I say! At least no more when I’m kind of tipsy. Around 1:30am, after inhaling a phở at Phở 32, we (more like I) were still hungry. It’s dark in Cliffside when the night falls, but for this kinda creepily half lit Blimpie sign. We pulled in. The door was wide open and you could hear the man at the counter taking pizza orders — aha, it’s a double win. Pizza AND Blimpie? So apparently, this is a known phenomenon across the country, more or less in the ghetto areas. Well, Cliffside isn’t really ghetto anymore but this strip area appears to have kept its hood face, decades old.
We ordered the turkey provolone with a boatload of vinegar (ew, you say? SAY NOT THY WARRIOR, THIS will blow yo mind). I couldn’t eat the bread much since I am now allergic to gluten… but the lettuce was fresh and for a really cheap sandwich that brought back priceless memories of my hungry college days… I’d say it hit the spot. Actually, I’ll just say SHUT UP AND TAKE MA MONEY.