...Wiz Wit', please."
Translation: "Philly cheesesteak smothered in Cheese Wiz wit' onions"
You stand in a long line that wraps around the building. When it's your turn, you step up humbly to the window and order the cheesecake of your preference. To speed the order process up, you must use a sort of vernacular shorthand, aka you must "speak English." If you mess up, they get annoyed. (If this sounds familiar, you might be recalling the famous Soup Nazi episode on Seinfeld.)
BEAST.
That's me (see above), one happy camper enjoying my wiz wit' in all its gooey orange synthetic cheese splattered glory.
3 comments:
I'm insanely jealous! That looks SOOOOO good!!!
that's such a great picture! especially with the scarf. I still tie my scarf like that...thanks to you =P
Well said.
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