Lunch the way it should be.
I moved to Conshohocken about seven months ago and haven't ventured out much, due to a rigorous work schedule. But with winter fading, the weather warming, and my adventurous side screaming for release, it's become time to explore my new hometown's native fare, beyond the lazy (and often futile) calls out to anybody who'll deliver after 9 pm.
I got a tip from a hungry friend that Conshohocken's best sandwich shop, the place everyone in town should know about, was Lenny's at the corner of Ninth and Fayette. At my next conscious opportunity, I drove myself up the three blocks and over one more - past a dark building. This was at 8:30 pm or so. I made another effort within a week, this time at about 7:30 pm. Same dark building, same CLOSED sign. Ah, Conshy.
But I knew all this trouble would make the sandwich that much more delicious once I finally got my grubby mitts on it. So finally, another week or two later, I arrived to an open business at about 10:30 in the morning. A few people, enjoying whatever it was that I didn't want to stare at too obviously, sat quietly at the old-fashioned barstools along the outer window. One woman looked like she had come from a nearby corporate center.
The fellow at the front raised an amused eyebrow at me as I told him I wanted a BBQ pork sandwich, based on my friend's recommendation. He then directed me further towards the back, where my order was taken by one of the cooks. "Large or small?" he asked. What the hell, I thought, let's go for it. Four minutes later, he returned and handed me the heaviest sack of sandwich I'd ever held, a foot-long sandwich wrapped up with only "$6.45" written on it. It must have weighed two pounds. I ate at home, and it was excellent; not the most attractive sandwich (featuring pork the color of raw groud beef), but it tasted delicious, and lasted until about twelve hours later.
The service wasn't impeccable, the environs weren't eye candy either. But holy pork, what a sandwich.