A while back, I invited the people who follow my Facebook page to recommend any great places I may be missing. The lone response came from a woman named Jennifer, who shared her enthusiasm about a relatively new deli and sandwich shop called Uncle Giuseppe's Italian & American Eatery. I was very happy to have someone recommend it to me, as the place had already been on my radar for a few weeks (so many eateries, so little
time money). Finally, opportunity presented itself in the form of what I refer to as a "grab bag day". Just to clarify, when nobody wants the same thing or can even agree or compromise on what to eat, sometimes I just shrug and take everybody to get exactly what they want. In this instance, there were three of us. The toddler got Wendy's, the roommate got Panda Express, and I'm pretty sure you can guess where I went.
|Do-it-yourself sandwiches also available|
|Salads, sides and desserts|
|Meats and cheeses. SOME of them anyway.|
As I waited for my sandwich, I checked out some of the stuff they had under glass, reminding myself all the while that I had already ordered a twelve inch sandwich instead of the six inch I had originally intended, and that both of the people in my car had their own food, so ordering a bunch of pasta salads and extra meats and cheeses wasn't the best idea. Especially since it was actually kind of warm outside for a change and we wouldn't be going straight home. Promising myself that I would return one day soon if the food was good, I patiently waited for my paper-wrapped parcel, thanked the counter staff, tossed a dollar in the tip jar and headed out.
|The "Forget About It", but what's in a name?|
As I said, the weather was uncommonly pleasant, so after a short discussion we headed to the nearest park to eat. The situation couldn't have been more perfect. I've eaten deli sandwiches in the deli, at home, at work, in the car, but the best place is still a park bench on a nice day. Still, we must have been a sight sitting there, a toddler eating chicken nuggets, a woman with a carryout box of chow mein, and a man with a foot long Italian sub. Then again, nobody paid us much attention what with all the little girls running around wearing pink tutus over their clothes. Gotta love children's birthday parties...
|Near-perfection on Italian bread|
The best way I can think of to review the sandwich is how I put it to my dining companion. Every once in a while she would look over at me where I was more or less silently munching, and all I could blurt out was "I'm very happy right now". Eventually, I was able to describe how good the roasted red peppers were, that the balsamic was applied perfectly so the bread didn't get all soggy, how despite the vinegar and two strongly flavored meats, I could distinctly taste both the Parmesan and Provolone cheeses. The salami gave a nice little bite, but the star of the show for me was the Prosciutto. Much is made of bacon these days (and I'm as guilty of it as anyone), but Prosciutto is something special, a bacon deluxe, like a Fruit Roll-Up but made out of pork! I was even able to get her to try a bite...or maybe I should say I was able to convince myself to share a bite with her...either way, she said it was pretty good, and she's not even a pork fan!
I'm reluctant to refer to a place as one of my favorites, having only eaten there once, but it's certainly tempting in this case. I get the feeling I'll know soon enough though. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention my second problem with Uncle Giuseppe's: they need to be closer to my office so I can go there once a week.
Final Grade: A-
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