The first long drive of the trip, about six hours worth, from Charleston, WV to Charlotte, NC, via Roanoke, VA, was going to be a challenge, so I quickly thanked Joey for the good luck he wished upon me, and left, first for coffee, then for answers to make up for the unsatisfying ones I got from the day before.
There had to be more to West Virginia than just being to the west of a Virginia. And for having a several Bob Evans. And a capitol with a golden dome. And a time capsule inside. And an Abraham Lincoln on the outside.
I asked the students manning the West Virginia State Museum front desk about what makes the state so great; what would they miss if they left.
“Pepperoni rolls,” they told me.
Like…Totino’s Pizza Rolls? That’s like telling me to try out the food court.
“No, they’re a little bigger than that.”
So a calzone, then.
Basically, they told me, miners’ wives made these cheap, hand-held lunches for their husbands and then it just caught on, like the Cronut™, but without the pretentiousness. There’s history and heritage to the pepperoni roll, something that the Cronut™ can’t claim. Something that I would’ve snuck into the West Virginian State Capitol Time Capsule if I was around to do that.
Anyway, wish I had known about this roll last night, but something tells me that even though I missed out on a genuine West Virginian pepperoni roll, there’s probably a restaurant in Brooklyn somewhere that only serves pepperoni rolls for $10 each.