Back when I delivered RV's and trucks for a living in the winter and rode the Greyhound bus back (A dog that should be put to sleep), I always tried for a run from Indiana to Boston, just so I could go to South Station to the little stand that made cheesesteaks. They weighed about 4 pounds, dripped greasy goodness, and made all the other bus passengers envious. One sandwich would last all the way to Cleveland!!
Cheers!
JudyJFLA