Maia snorted. "I'm from New Jersey. I born in toxic sludge.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes
|Texas Wiener at the New Corral Grill|
|Taylor Ham: its what's for breakfast!|
|Corral Grill: Texas Wieners without irony.|
|Fine dining near Teterboro|
|The aesthetically unpleasant food of New Jersey.|
And you can't run away. To get anywhere in Jersey you have to sit in a small metal container and plummet at insane speeds along crowded highways designed during the Great Depression when there were only 724 automobiles in the entire state, and you have to share this crumbling cement donkey path with even bigger and more dangerous vehicles driven by the angry guy who was just wolfing down Texas Wieners next to you at that stand near Clifton. And everywhere you go in Jersey there are American flags flying. Huge American flags. Just in case you ever forget exactly which Great Country you are in. You are in Jersey. Welcome home.