Massachusetts, we need to talk.
Your pastramis and reubens are amazing. No other place in the world has come close to your mastery of sandwichcraft. But please, for all that is holy, do not call a cucumber a pickle. A pickle has been soaked in brine for several days. A cucumber has not. A pickle has not been swirled around in brine before handing it to me with my dinner. If you'd point out that you serve cucumbers with your sandwiches, that's fine. But do not call it a fucking pickle and expect me to think that what is going in mouth is one when it is very clearly not.
Thanks.
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