Three letters have never carried so much weight as they do at Sandwich Man in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, where the humble BLT transforms from basic lunch option into something that makes grown adults plan road trips around their stomach schedules.
You walk through the door and immediately understand this isn’t trying to be your trendy gastropub with Edison bulbs and reclaimed wood everything.
The wood paneling on these walls is original, not ironic.
Those red-checkered tablecloths weren’t chosen by a designer; they were probably just on sale at the restaurant supply store sometime during the Reagan administration…