Jersey Strong!
- Ray DeGraw
- Nov 21, 2025
- 2 min read
November 21, 2025
If you're from New Jersey, you have frequented diners. If you hail from the Garden State, you know what Taylor Ham is. And yes, it's called Taylor Ham, not pork roll you Southern Jersey rednecks. Go back to the pine Barrens and continue your search for the Jersey Devil! Yes, we argue about stupid shit. But it's all in good fun.
Like, should we be able to pump our own gas like a bunch of peasants who just lost a war? Or should we sit in our comfy cars and let somebody else endure the cold and get gas all over their hands? The answer is clear. Or if the city we speak of is New York or Philadelphia? It's New York, please! We call the beach the shore, our furry four legged friends are called dawgs not dogs, and our pizza/bagels/Chinese food is the best this planet has to offer.
While the endless debate about all things Jersey rage on unabated, there is one thing we all agree on. It is a topic of the utmost importance, and one that quite frankly needs to be addressed by our state assembly immediately before all is lost. What is it you ask? Is it the new rail tunnel canceled by President Trump costing thousands of jobs? No. Is it the high cost of property taxes? No. Well then, what could it be?
I'll tell you what it is...what the hell has happened to the size of my Taylor Ham sandwich? I mean seriously...it used to be three inches thick! Now I'm limping to the barn now with two lousy slices if I'm lucky. What the fuck? I can remember when the owner of the diner drove a beat up old pickup truck and cooked this Jersey delicacy himself behind the counter and charged $2.50 for it. It was enough food to get you through two days if need be.
Then, all of a sudden the owner was driving a BMW. Somebody else was slaving away in the kitchen and the sandwich was cut in half. To add insult to injury it now costs five bucks...seven if you wanted to add an egg. But then it got worse. Now the owner and his kids drive a fleet of Range Rovers, complain about Democrats and the Lunatic left and the sandwich is served on a stale roll with a dollop of Catsup, not Ketchup! The cost now being a cool 20...because, hey, I have to replace my cook every time ICE comes in for their complimentary morning coffee. Ah, the cost of doing business.
Stop the madness New Jersey. Bring back a proper THEC (Taylor ham, egg and cheese for you out of staters). And maybe let your kids drive a Honda and work in the kitchen so I can afford to eat at a diner once more!








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