Sloppy Joe's Bar, claims to be the originator of the famous sandwich. Mrs. Lawhawk and I both had the namesake sandwich and can attest to the ooey-gooey goodness. Just the right mix of spices and herbs (secret recipe, but I think Tabasco sauce plays a role somewhere). It's one of the few joints that actually live up to the billing. Oh, and it was a haunt of Ernest Hemmingway, who lived down the street.
I know some of you think this isn't much of a photograph on its artistic merit, that it is lacks the dynamics of people walking through the frame or other interesting events. It is a snapshot, and nothing more.
Trust me, you'll know when I am doing something artistic or when I'm simply sharing some old photos.
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