My coworkers were amused by my little tale.  In honor of Franklin Giant Grinder, we ordered them for lunch at work today.  I was keen on trying one of their coldcut items, which I actually hadn’t had before.

 

Box o’ grinders! Look at those stains.

 

 

We asked them to write our names on the grinders. “Chris P.” translated to this:

 

 

My own, an Italian combo:

 

 

Just a gorgeous sandwich.

 

 

Basic bread, as is often the case, but superb fillings. The meats were ham, capicola, and salami.

 

 

One thing I really liked was that the amount of cheese was proportional to everything else. Many places have just one slice’s thickness of cheese to the rest of the sandwich. Even Carbone’s does this; they also hide the cheese in the center of the meat where it may not even be tasted.

 

Another thing was the peppers. I’d noticed them before on the chicken and eggplant parms that I’d had, but here they got a chance to stand out more. They were tangy, tender, draped in oil, and working superbly with the salty spiciness that enveloped them.

 

 

Shameless gluttony.

 

 

For good measure, I snapped a couple of shots of my coworkers’ orders. One fellow got hot pastrami. Look at that fat peeking out. I believe I know what I’m ordering next time.

 

 

And of course there were plenty of chicken cutlet/parm grinders. I think half of the dozen or so people that participated got these.

 

 

I was glad to see that Franklin’s coldcut game held up to their hot offerings, though their cutlets are still my #1. Looking forward to working through the rest of their menu.