I bet you don’t say to yourself, “I bet Dallas has the best local Italian grocery store.” Fact: Dallas has the best local Italian grocery store. If you are smart enough to find this place (hint: use the internet) you’ll be very jacked. You’ll have to walk a block from your parking spot because parking is a bitch but the store itself is jam packed full of imported Italian and local foods. At the back of the shop the artists crank out traditional Italian meats and cheeses. There you’ll also find a big sandwich counter.
I asked the young man behind the counter for his favorite sandwich but he named 3 sandwiches, not much help. I said, “Gimme the biggest underdog on the menu, you know the sandwich that doesn’t get enough respect.” He chose the muffaletta for me. He said it’s ooo rd on olives on olives. The sandwich was as big as a plate and loaded with meats, olives and oil. I had leftovers it was so big. The good news is that it tasted as good the next day as it did the first. Eat here.
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Here is what Shewolf ordered:
Club Mex Sandwich – lettuce, tomato, onion, bacon, turkey, ham, special sauce and some japs for good measure. Broccoli and Cheese Soup
Jimmy is proud of these sandwiches. He’s actually serious about them. Comments? I read them and scoff. Leave your kindest remarks below.
I ordered a Mediterranean salad to start. I didn’t take a pic. You know why? Because its made with subway sandwich lettuce, cilantro or some shit and a dash of oil. Bland city. Then I got a chicken shwarma pita – spicy. Ok, the bland continued right from the salad to the pita. The description does this sandwich no justice. Wait, the sandwich does the description no justice. No flavor. Soggy pita. No spice. Here’s a big idea. Walk down a few shops to that Mexican Tienda and get some Jalapeños. Then dice the fuckers and cook em with some onions and bell peppers. Y’all got skillets right there in the kitchen, I’ve seen them. Hell, go get Sriracha and do us all a favor. Put that winning combo on the shwarma pita. Look, I generally like this place. The traditional gyro is fire and the yogurt plate will fill your stomach. Go here. Just think twice about ordering this Pitaful creation.
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3. I almost vom'd tequila. The food rocks. You'll see an Anaheim Turkey Sandwich, Chicken Caesar Salad, and that soup. Please don't be J. Leave a comment.
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In case you didn’t know, I’m a fucking wolf and have a big problem with eggs on sandwiches. And by problem I mean I have no problem whatsoever. Big thick cut bacon, seasoned mayo, EGG, lettuce tomato, onion. Hey smart guy, get some coffee too.
She wolf got a turkey sandwich. This thing was monsterous, a half sandwich. I seriously can’t imagine a full sandwich. A whole sandwich would be like a fucking horse cock. I for one couldn’t stomach a horse cock sized sandwich. Time for me to bitch. The music selection the staff was playing was “UTTERLY DEPRESSING”. I just quoted myself. Well Water you doing? Get you some.
That my friends is a grilled cheese and onion rings. Japs, Bacon, Fried egg… all involved. I’ll be tusking if you need me.
Then I got Bucwolf all over them tamales. The chili, is, boss.
I visited the pump after the Hogs et down TX A&M. Nasty.
It was Friday night post team building and I needed to refuel. As a matter of fact, I had thrown up an hour earlier at Gusano’s due to chain smoking 3 cigs. Ya I’m a light weight. I had Taco Bell for lunch and let’s just say it was a pleasure coming back up. Anyhow, that evening called for some quick and effective food. Buffalo Grill was the solution.
Since I ralphed earlier that night, I needed something on the lighter side. I opted for the BLT. I tricked that sandwich out. BLT, pepperjack, Guac, japs, on wheat. It was better than the pic suggests. Get you some. Take a gander at the pickle.
My mom scared the fuck outta me this week when she emailed me about how I’m gonna die thanks to processed meats. She also hates RedBull and Ramen. Luckily I don’t believe everything on the “Internet” and quickly marked her email as spam, or in this case marked it bologna. Back to my location downtown, two blocks from Bennett’s is the Sport’s Page. This my friends is a smoke filled bar that screams Madison Ave. Memphis. Friendly, fast service and a hot ass griddle for slinging burgers and sammies. I have an issue. I cannot pass up bologna as a sandwich option. Theirs is fried on top of the griddle, I’m sure with love. I dressed that bitch with lettuce tomato and onions, slipped some mustard and japs up her skirt, then toasted her buttered buns. I’m horngry. HORNGRY. Pretty sure mom disapproves but my babe had a matching sandwich. Brush the haters off and get you some.