TPF Moderator "Tirediron" is on the job questioning if the rules should be amended to allow links to PDF documents. If he gets approval for such links, I'll republish this tale. If not, you'll be left to wonder.
But, I'll give you a hint. You can't make such a deal with just any sandwich. You'll discover:
"It’s a big sandwich, a working man’s lunch. Call it a Sub, a Submarine, a Baguette, a Grinder, a Po’ Boy, a Wedge, a Hero, a Zep or a Spukie. Slice a long roll lengthwise; slather it with mayonnaise or bathe it with olive oil; stack meat, cheese, lettuce, onions, sliced tomatoes, peppers; add a few specialty items like bacon, oregano or guacamole and squeeze the whole business together with a plain paper wrapper. Call this monster sandwich what you want, but here in South-Eastern Pennsylvania we call it a Hoagie. Local folklore says it was previously a “hoggie”, being named for the lunch carried by the hard working ship-builders who lived in the swampy Hog Island section of Philadelphia prior to the First World War. Your map won’t show Hog Island anymore; the area was filled in, becoming Philadelphia International Airport (PHL). But you will find hoagies."
And, Dave442, for your benefit, I don't publish or post tales I haven't written. Your snide inference wasn't appreciated.