I don’t know if this quote is true, and I choose not to find out. It sounds like something Sinatra might say, and that’s good enough for me. Hoboken, like the rest of New Jersey, puts its hooks in a man.
“What’s pork roll?”
“May god have mercy on your poor soul.”
-Frank Sinatra—Hoboken, N.J.
PS: It’s just not the same when you make it yourself, somehow.
For those unaware, pork roll is often referred to as “Taylor ham,” and a sandwich made of it, cheese, pepper, salt, sometimes ketchup, and sometimes egg – all on a hard roll – is a New Jersey delicacy. There are two things that you can’t really get outside of NJ: proper pizza* and a proper pork roll sandwich. I always get both, whenever I’m up here.
FIVE stores in THREE towns before I could find one that took credit cards. I have spent far too long living in the Imperial District…
*I am perfectly willing to grant that someone from, say, Chicago has a completely different definition of “proper pizza” than I do.
…no egg, American cheese and plenty of ketchup. Dear God, but I’ve missed this; you simply can’t get one in Maryland where I live.
NONE OF YOU SAY A WORD. I’ve seen the regional …foods… that most of you swear by, and I hold my tongue. Let me eat my damned pork roll in peace and quiet.