Not a week after leaving the sunny east coast of the United States and I’m already craving the food I left behind.
When I arrived in Abu Dhabi, I saw a friend of mine, who also happened to be from Philadelphia, and the first question he asked was, “Did you have a Wawa hoagie?” The second question… “Can you describe it for us?”
If you’re not from the Eastern Pennsylvania/New Jersey area you invariably have no clue what I am talking about. I’m sorry for your loss.
The flaky crust, the moist innards, the hardy bite of an Amoroso roll is more than most people can stand. It’s more of a sitting sandwich anyway. The bread is what makes Philly sandwiches so famous. Whether it is Primo’s, Sarcone’s, Jim’s, Pat’s, Geno’s, DaLessandro’s, or your local delicatessen, we sure do love our foot-longs.
I’ve spent near two years searching for its equivalent over here in the United Arab Emirates. Despite seeing a “Philly Cheese Steak” on nearly every menu, the closest thing to the real Philly is from Hardee’s. Hardee’s. Hardee’s.
But there is still some joy in Mudville, for not all have struck out.
Though not an Amoroso roll, I did find a suitable substitute. On the underside of the World Trade Center mall in Abu Dhabi, at the Bagel Factory, there exists a cure for my tongue’s homesickness.
The taste alone is worth the trip.