Pink Military - I Cry
It was at Yocco's that she ate the cheesesteak she couldn't stop thinking about, which is weird because Yocco's, located in the middle of the state, is not traditionally known for its cheesesteaks, more for its hot dogs. What started as a commonplace comment after the meal--"That was a good sandwich," she said--soon turned into a lengthy disquisition on the subject. "You don't see that kind of tenderness in cheesesteak steak anymore. And the cheese, I know this sounds crazy, but I think it might've been a blend of gruyere and mozzarella." That night, she made me take her back to Yocco's to order another cheesesteak, though it wasn't the same. She took one bite and spit it out. "This must be a different recipe," she said. "This tastes so thin, so rough, not like the one I had." We then tried other cheesesteak places, the famous ones in the city, the new, flashy ones, the ones recommended on televised gluttony guides, but none, not one, could match what she had experienced with that ephemeral cheesesteak at Yocco's, which, it seemed, could neither be duplicated or even imitated in a manner that would satisfy her. She cried and cried, tormented by the memory of that sandwich, and eventually I had to leave her to her quest, for I could not follow her into the realm of the Forms, nor would she ever reach it.[Buy the Do Animals Believe in God? LP on ebay]