I came to Jersey Mike's under sheer desperation after not having eaten in what seemed like a literal millennia. I walked in the door and was instantly greeted by a booming man with a huge smile plastered over his face asking me what I've been up to, and how I've been doing. I suspect that in an alternate universe, he was a therapist because the manner in which he listened to me made me feel both supported, and in a way --- loved.
I'll be honest, I came into the store completely content with just a meatball sub, but this man looked me straight in the eyes and told me that I deserved better, and for a sheer moment, I truly believed the life that he spoke over me. A glimmer in his eyes appeared as I ordered what he recommended -a cheesesteak with perfectly melted cheese, meet cooked to perfection, sautéed onions, and green peppers- because he knew what was in store for me. A fantastic and beautiful girl whose smile lit up the room quickly ran over and began her preparation for what was about to come.
Words cannot describe how I felt while eating that sandwich. I said grace not only before eating, but during each bite because I was reminded what a gift each sandwich was, and how I may never taste something so good ever again. I actually yearned for the pieces to get lodged in between my teeth, so that I would be able to continue taste this gift for the rest of the day!
I was changed that day at Jersey Mike's Subs in Rehoboth, and I want to encourage all to step out on a limb and treat yourself as you deserve to be treated. You will never regret it.