But my favorite growing up was Marchitto’s on Dixwell Avenue in Hamden — about half a mile from Hamden High School. Charley Marchitto’s mother made the subs to order, starting by cutting a loaf of Italian bread in half and then opening it up and building the sub. If you’re interested in good kielbasa, stop at Walt’s Food Market on Main street in the center of Old Saybrook.
Try as I might, the only information I could find on Charley Marchitto’s were previous posts of yours. I took special note of this one:
She’d then slice open the half a loaf lengthwise and pour olive oil on each side of the crumb, and then she’d add some dried oregano, salt (I think) and pepper. Next would come the Genoa salami, the cappicola, the mortadella and then the provolone cheese. She’d then top all that with some roasted red peppers, and sometimes some olives. Never any lettuce or tomatoes or onions. It was a sub sandwich, you see. Not a damned salad.
That is the combination I try the next time I’m at Kensington – or anywhere else, really. I’m a little ashamed, actually: the guy at the counter started by suggesting Genoa and mortadella, but I overruled him and ordered ham, Genoa, and capicola. And I specified lettuce and tomato, but roasted peppers were obviously available (a customer next to me got a chicken parm with them), and I can’t imagine why they wouldn’t have had olives too. The lettuce and tomato were familiar, but as Hall’s demonstrated, this particular kind of sandwich is perhaps better off without them.
Oh, and I had Walt’s recommended to me when I posted about brunching at J.A.M.S.S. in Old Saybrook. I need to get down there again while the weather’s still good.
That sandwich looks great, another winner! I want to say that I’ve stopped in there before, after a breakfast stop right down the street at Josie’s,,,,they make all their own bread so the toast with your eggs is fabulous. There used to be a bakery on the corner next to the store that made their bread, then they just went wholesale and the little market sold it.
Aaaaand another name goes onto my list. I’ll never make it to all these places before I die, but I can damn well try.
Speaking of breakfast, the Facebook page for Kensington Market showed one of their breakfast sandwiches. This looks like the very definition of a “hangover breakfast”.