What makes a sandwich?
This is directly influenced by somewhere I just ate.
Why this as a start?
As mentioned in the bio, this is mainly a blog about culture, or at least what I associate with because as the writer I am totally cool and awesome. (Sarcasm. Clearly.) But, one of my main interests is food, and a hallmark of every culture. In this case, definitely a piece of culture in the Ville at a hole in the wall sub place. It was quite literally so good, my roommate suggested that I just make a food blog, and compelled me to write about it.
What/Where is it?
So, for subs, you are pretty hard pressed to find a proper place. Most chain places seem to lack the love and passion in what they make for you, including but not limited too:
Jimmy Johns
Panera
Jersey Mikes
Most egregiously of all, Subway.
So, what made this place different? A lot, actually. So much, they get their own section!
The Setting:
Presentation is key, if you are presenting a specific way, you better do it damn well. Potbelly (I just realized I just now mentioned it, and I prefer to write as a cohesive train of thought) (It’s on 4th street, highly recommend).
Back to the point, hole in the wall places always get me, and this did so exceptionally. You walk in, and boom! Immediately exposed ductwork and a direct sight of the kitchen. This immediately had me sold. The actual sub area was artsy, with legible menus and a chalk board of dressings for your preferences. The dining was timeless, with classic, patina-ed hardwood tables and booths. But a setting needs a soundtrack, and classic blues and jazz riffs quite literally could not have fit any better. While decor is not essential to a restaurant, the decor that was present was fitting of the era being emulated.
Overall, cozy, quaint, and perfect. But you can dress a hog however you like, and it still be a hog. This very country euphemism is my segue into how the food was while not being affected by the scene.
The Food
A sad sandwich is more disappointing than you would think, and being a self appointed food critic gives me some form of accreditation.
However in a twist of events from that intro, sandwich was anything but sad! For how simple a chicken club is, some places still find a way to mess it up (yes, I am talking about Subway.). Potbelly knocked it out of the park, the perfect combination of flavorful, savory, toasty, crunchy, and succulent with plenty of oil on mine. My roommates steak and cheese was equally as amazing, and the saddest part was I did not have room for the soups and desserts on offer. While being on par price wise with the aforementioned S- store, it deserved to be far more costly than it was for the quality.
Wrapping it up (yes in deli paper, I know comedy gold.)
I am writing this after spending 15 hours in purgatory (my real job at a burger place) so I do want to end this on a simple note: go get you a sub, you won’t regret it.