I have done more research on this subject than is probably healthy, but if you think you can just roll up and find it because you believe in California like a little kid believes in the easter bunny, I will be impressed and you will have $100.
what's not to believe in?
That California has everything. like you said, I don't believe in absolutes
it's not a matter of what i believe it's just that it has everything.
and i'm probably the wrong person you want to send on a scavenger hunt.
that is your faith telling you that, you have not quantified this in anyway.
or the exact right person
if you're really just interested in getting your sandwich.
You know I am
hahah i wouldn't be interested in your money. you might need to save it for gas, anyway.
Also. Specials don't count.
so what are the qualifications that i need to look for in the sandwich? bullet form, i can't read another narrative.
It needs to be somewhere that sells it on the record
go on does it have a style name? any signifiers? specific condiments? is the meat cooked in a certain way?
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I don’t know how widespread this has gotten, and it verges on mass email forwarding, but I enjoyed it and figured I’d pass it around:
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