Eastside Road, February 3, 2015—
BROUGHT ONE DAUGHTER here to lunch the other day; seemed only right to bring the other here today. She and the Contessa had small plates: those delicious tuna-stuffed sweet peppers; chick peas; devilled eggs…
I had this sandwich, called a North End: finocchiona, coppa, mortadella, and provolone, with chopped lettuce, pepperoncini, and pickled onions, on ciabatta, with a slice of delicious dill pickle on the side. A serious sandwich, washed down with a glass of red wine:
Zinfandel blend, "Chiarito" (Mendocino), nv
In the evening, to the neighbors down the hill for roast chicken and a gratin involving squash, kale, and potatoes.
Syrah, Preston of Dry Creek
1 comment:
This reminds me of one of my favorite eating experiences ever. When I moved to Boston in 1969, there was an old school Italian deli that was between my apartment and my work -- part of the fun of living for the first time on the east coast was trying out all the classic spots - this one in Cambridge near Central Square, the working class neighborhood, not the Harvard hangout. There was something about the subs they made - I've never had another one even close, though Genova in Oakland is pretty good, and I've never been able to duplicate it. I can't eat this much in one sitting any more - but your post reminded me -- except they used old school rolls, with olive oil, salt and pepper and maybe something else - vinegar?- then provolone, a bunch of different salami/meat, lettuce, onions, peppers, etc - and then they heated it. No panini - and not toasted - but warm. I couldn't believe how good these were. Never had another that met that taste.
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