Jacob N
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I had been meaning to try Sharkie’s for some time now, but parking in Woodstock has always intimidated me. This day was different. Having already played hooky in order to deepen my suntan, I was feeling daring. On top of that, I had pushed the limits of my complexion for hours without so much as a snack, so I was feeling terribly hungry.
When I walked into the meatball shop, I was showered with smiles. I immediately felt at home (a lot of people actually think I’m Italian). I ordered my sandwich and then perused the pantry section while I waited. Wow! I don’t know who is in charge of curating Sharkie’s snack selection, but they are on the cutting edge of potato chip market research. I snagged a few bags, along with some freshly canned local beers.
There was plenty of seating inside by the time my sandwich was ready, but it was such a beautiful day. Not only that, but I prefer not to eat indoors when I am sweaty (in part because I prefer that others do not, and I abide by the Golden Rule). I took my food to go and headed out onto the sunny street, but there were tourists on the one bench in sight. I kicked them off so that I could enjoy my birthright and my meatball sub while continuing my tan. Yum.
As they say in Italian, “Manga!”