I almost didn’t want to give Franklin another chance, because of my underwhelming experience with their meatball-and-sausage combo.  Tonight, I’m glad I did:

They were summarily redeemed with their chicken parm.  The cutlets had a depth of flavor that I didn’t experience at Maple Giant Grinder or the Wethersfield Pizza House.  And the peppers and cheese really spoke up, thanks to a lighter application of sauce than what I got at the other places.  

It’s funny, because everything else about Franklin Giant Grinder is intensely unattractive, but this rather benighted-looking place, staffed by folks that would probably just as soon see you go to hell as serve you a sandwich, produced what is maybe the best chicken parm I’ve had out of the eight grinder shops I’ve tried so far.