Pickles & Chip's

I really went just to support a local business and get an egg sandwich but then I saw the pepster on the menu board. The pepster is very tasty but it is not a $12 cheesesteak. At $12 it needs to be bigger and/or have the very tasty sauce mixed with the meat better. Or a nice sesame seed roll. Or at least a pickle and chips. Watch the video, dry meat on top, tasty sauce on the bottom, for $12 you should mix them together for me and give me a nice seeded roll. It was tasty so it was a Good Cheesesteak experience.

Every part of this story is true (from my perspective). Expectations were not met today as injustice stemmed from Chip’s policies. I would say I woke up outside my own body- staring at my helpless self as I came to. That would, however, imply any sleep at all. Still had a headache though. It was the Tuesday morning after a Saturday Christmas. It had been a fifty degree holiday but it snowed on some of us if ya catch my drift or bluff. Professionalism is always grounded in routine, after all, and I’ve been here before. My past escapades have led me to believe one thing to be true in this life. The only remedy for such an instance is a Belly Buster the next day around noon. My family’s up on Long Island, I live 5 minutes from Pickle’s and Chips. So I sat up on my Dad’s couch around 8, needing a shower and all of time to stand still for a straight forty eight. After that New York water pressure did it’s part, leaving me rejuvenated enough to feel a burst of inspired craving for the one thing I knew would set me straight. Those moments of epiphany just hit different around the holidays. Just the thought of all that cheesy goodness enveloped by the perfect sub roll. Pondering the thought of chasing runaway potatoes and reaching a point of complete fulfillment as I soldier on towards the end of a girthy, twelve inch mammoth of a cure. The expectation of the fluffiest scrambles literally kept me alive for the three hour car ride as I white knuckled it down 95 South. Fifteen minutes out and I had reached the moment I’d get to give ol’ Chip a call- the old fashioned way- and set my bellybustin’ in motion. I was at a loss for words when the other line echoed a response so disappointing I regretted my existence. We don’t serve breakfast from 11 to 1:30. *click* 12:17 flicked across my dash. Stuck right smack dab in the damn middle. Starved, ravaged and despondent I pulled into my driveway. Literally no other sandwich of any rendition or variety in the whole damn state has the medicinal properties of the combined ingredients of that gift of a creation that was now being held hostage by some other chump’s cheesesteak. And after all I’d been through. After all I’d done to get to this point. Breakfast food of the finest standard had still been relegated to the antiquated notion of time? Scoff. I’d like to conclude this rant by letting you know I have literally never left a review of any product on any space ever before. This let down was just too much to bear after the constant raising of the bar your sandwich creations have led all of us to expect. Damn you, Pickles! And, damn you, Chips! I’ll see you tomorrow.

Quick, friendly service. Great quality food. Awesome place for breakfast sandwiches, not to many cook to order places around anymore! Subs, hoagies, steak or chicken steak sandwiches for lunch or dinner as well as many other wonderful food choices. One of the places I go out of my way to get good food!