My last girlfriend before MrsG had a lot of family in NJ, and we went up to visit once. One of her relatives ran a little sandwich shop in the city where her family lived, and they made what they called a sloppy Joe. It wasn't like any sloppy Joe I'd ever had, but it was delicious.
The girl, on the other hand, had serious, deep-seated psychological issues, and those issues stole away part of my youth.
Still, those sandwiches were fucking tasty.