I just couldn’t do pizza again; it wasn’t that sort of day. So I was more than delighted to discover that Fat Sal’s, which has no less than four signs proclaiming “Pizza,” sells a whole lot more.
Stopping at Fat Sal’s was a strategic move: I was heading out to a bar on a mostly-empty stomach, so bringing food with me was a preemptive move. The chalkboard menu includes full-on plates of pasta, baked pasta dishes, chicken and veal options, pizza (of course), all written in this meticulous block-print handwriting.
I gravitated toward the sandwiches: portable, delicious and good now or in three hours (proven!). I was intrigued by the veal hero (only $7.25!, note to self for later), I opted for that classic cold-cut combo: The Italian. Ham, salami, mortadella, cheese, lettuce, tomato, onion.
This thing was enormous! I carried it around tucked into my arm like a football for a while, and when I finally broke it out, it satisfactorily fed three of us.
It also came with a small container of red wine vinegar, laced with herbs, that would have made an excellent drizzle on the whole thing, had I not assumed it was a sample of coleslaw or something and not opened it until there were just a few bites left. Next time …