“Walking into Firehouse felt less like a sandwich shop and more like a secret firefighter calendar shoot where the walls were sweating hotter than the chili sauce.
Instead of Hawaiian tiki masks, it’s firefighter helmets and axes on the walls, and somewhere in the back you swear you hear a Dalmatian barking Morse code.
My first bite of the Hook & Ladder sub hit me so hard it was like being rescued from a burning building of hunger; everything went red, orange, and flashing lights while shirtless firefighters slow-mo sprayed me with imaginary hoses of diet cola!
My wife’s Brisket & Cheddar combo summoned a squad of muscular heroes who slid down invisible poles and flexed as she took each bite.
The smell of smoked meat mixed with the scent of engine oil and cologne until I wasn’t sure if I was eating lunch or starring in a music video.
By the end we were fanning ourselves with the napkins and whispering “Thank you for your service” to the soda machine.
We left with full stomachs, weak knees, and the faint sound of sirens following us out like a love song.“
“Walking into Firehouse felt less like a sandwich shop and more like a secret firefighter calendar shoot where the walls were sweating hotter than the chili sauce.
Instead of Hawaiian tiki masks, it’s firefighter helmets and axes on the walls, and somewhere in the back you swear you hear a Dalmatian barking Morse code.
My first bite of the Hook & Ladder sub hit me so hard it was like being rescued from a burning building of hunger; everything went red, orange, and flashing lights while shirtless firefighters slow-mo sprayed me with imaginary hoses of diet cola!
My wife’s Brisket & Cheddar combo summoned a squad of muscular heroes who slid down invisible poles and flexed as she took each bite.
The smell of smoked meat mixed with the scent of engine oil and cologne until I wasn’t sure if I was eating lunch or starring in a music video.
By the end we were fanning ourselves with the napkins and whispering “Thank you for your service” to the soda machine.
We left with full stomachs, weak knees, and the faint sound of sirens following us out like a love song.“