I stopped by here for an early lunch on my way downtown and had mixed reactions. The grocery portion is nice, cluttered the way I like it, and has more than a few interesting items including truffle honey (with actual pieces of truffle), fresh cut pasta in the fridge, homemade soups and various odds and ends. Useful for the neighborhood I think.
My lady and I ordered two sandwiches - me the Napolitano and she the Spanish Lover (someone should have told her it was just a sandwich). The Napolitano was billed as salami, sopressata and prosciutto coto. The Spanish Lover was jamon Iberico and Manchego. Both came with lettuce and tomatoes and gardiniera on request.
The deli guy prepared my girl's sandwich first, and it looked absolutely lovely, a generous portion of freshly-shaved Iberico and thick chunks of hand cut Manchego. Generous gardiniera as well. The only downside was the bread, which I could tell was soft and mushy. It looks like they are using the same Damato long sandwich loaves that Bari uses, so I have a feeling the lack of crispness had to do more with today's humid weather than old bread. So far so good.
As soon as old boy started prepping my sandwich, things went noticeably downhill. Rather than grabbing ingredients out of the deli case, he reached into the bins next to the sliced veggies and pulled out what looked like 7-11 salami, cheap and floppy pepperoni (a far cry from dry sopressata) and sliced krakus ham. For real. Napolitano? More like Napervillitano. And I noticed that the vinaigrette was some kind of prepared product labeled "sub topping" or some such nonsense. Before I could say anything, the bottom half of my sandwich was flooded an oily, dark residue that looked like it belonged on a beach somewhere in the Louisiana. They give you an option of tapanade instead of oil/vinegar. I recommend people go with that, or avoid either altogether.
As we ate our sandwiches the difference in taste bore out what I saw in the preparation - it was like we had ordered sandwiches from two completely different places. One was carefully constructed with good ingredients, clearly a notch above most sandwich joints in Chicago. The other was better than Jimmy Johns, but that isn't saying much.
On the upside, I suppose, everything was cheap. My Crapolitano was $3.99, but now my stomach hurts. My girl's was $5.99, was in a totally different league, and her stomach is really happy right now.
*Edited a lot because I f'ing hate reading things before submitting. Been this way since elementary school.
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