Three software developers from Epic Systems (headquartered in Verona, WI) came to see me at work today. For lunch, I decided to show them what a Hartford-style overstuffed grinder was all about, at none other than Franklin Giant Grinder. And yes, we went there in person, to the South End. We drove separately, the Epic guys in their rental car, me and my friend in my car: “See you at the ghetto in a few minutes!”
So fun to see their reactions. Two of them couldn’t stop giggling at the sheer size of the sandwiches (one honey ham, one turkey) and only managed to finish half of a half. The third guy wolfed his half meatball down with no problem. My friend had actually never been there before, and also missed my guidance to order only a half; as a result, he had a half chicken parm to carry home. [lol]
Franklin’s meatballs were better than the last time I had them – less firm and more flavorful. Maybe they tweaked something… but I doubt it. Everything about that place is resistant to change. Maybe it was just me. Who knows.
(There’s more meatball in there than appearance suggests, hidden behind the peppers. The grinder is untoasted, of course, because Franklin will see you in hell before they toast a meatball grinder, unless it’s combined with something they will toast: beef cutlet, chicken cutlet, pastrami, eggplant, or pepper and egg.)