Nebraska taught me early that loyalty to Runzas runs deep, but somewhere between Lincoln traffic lights and quiet two-lane highways, I realized my notebook kept filling up with sandwiches that refused to live in anyone’s shadow.
I have chased lunches through strip malls, downtown blocks, and small towns where the sign barely flickers, and nearly every stop reminded me that this state treats bread and fillings like serious business.
What surprised me most was how often locals leaned in and whispered recommendations as if sandwich loyalty were a family secret rather than a menu item…