“Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday, everybody’s looking forward to the weekend, weekend🎶“

Some may argue that Rebecca Black nailed it with her lyrics from her one-hit wonder “Friday” in 2011. I for one am happier than a shrimp on a cocktail glass. You see for me, a Friday night is the best. It kicks off the weekend, encourages family time, it brings sports fans together. And best of all…  usually… I’m involved. Think of me as how you would Santa Clause. I can be in many places at the same time. A lot of pressure comes with being one of America’s favorite foods ya know? Especially considering the long trip I had on the boat from Italy. But I digress…

What started as a poor mans, 3 ingredient dish has blossomed into one of the most competitive sub-groups a foodie could have ever imagined. Is it New York? New Jersey? Connecticut? It's up for debate that is for sure. The one thing we can all agree on though is that it is NOT Florida. 

Some will add one ingredient to me, others a whole bunch of garbage I’m expected to carry on my back…and don’t even get me started on how I’m not supposed to flop over. I mean, a mason carries stone, concrete, and tile, and let me tell you…that person is arguably flopped over when doing so. But me? I am expected to carry a variety of different meats, cheeses, and vegetables AND remain firm, not flopped? Is anyone else sweating, it's getting hot in here?

So anyways if you haven't figured it out by now, think of a teenage boy going through puberty. Never knowing what to wear, always changing their personality… but above all, a classic.