You’re about to die, and you get your last meal. What is it?
Mine? Deep-dish pepperoni and sausage pizza from DeRango’s Pizzain Racine, Wis. Two inches thick and dripping with salty, spicy, heavenly tomato sauce and gooey cheese.
Or a Lee’s sandwich. I don’t know what they put in those sandwiches. I was just talking to my dad the other day about how I bought all the ingredients to make the exact same sandwich at home, just a basic ham and turkey and cheese thing on Italian bread, with French dressing, and IT DIDN’T TASTE THE SAME AT ALL.