Awwâ€¦.the sandwich pinnacle of Los Angelesâ€¦.
Bay Cities, a tiny hotbox crammed with multitudes of humans waiting ages for their numbers to be called by a bunch of â€œNo Soup for You!â€ sammie makers at an auctioneers pace.
People come here from all over the city. I, myself, was one of them today.
My lunch trip took one hour and that was just to pick up the sandwich I ordered online and bring it back to the office.
The Bay Cities â€œGodmotherâ€ Italian sandwich is infamous, Iâ€™ve ordered that enough times for a lifetime. This time I ordered the spicy Sopressata (dry cured salami)
Here are the two things people rave the most about: the Bread and the Peppers.
You can choose either a hot or mild pickled pepper salad for your sandwich. Therein lies most of the flavor.
I’ve realized over time that the bread is not all that.
Sure, itâ€™s tasty.
But can I bite through the crust with my precious veneers? Sadly, no.
I must eat my sandwich with a knife and fork, pathetically squeezing all of the contents out, graphically, only to recreate mini sandwiches using the spilled carnage.
They put so much Italian dressing on the sandwich that the bottom layer becomes like bread pudding.
The combo of super duper crusty top layer and sog-city bottom layer = a thousand napkins used (a thousand pardons).
Donâ€™t get me wrong, itâ€™s still a great sandwich. But eat it there if you can find a spot. And I mean a parking spot AND a spot to sit. Both are equally challenging and could cause one to go postal in the attempt.
Park illegally in the Ralphâ€™s parking lot across the street and give the parking lot security guy the bird, confidently knowing he wonâ€™t be able to tow you before you get back!
1517 Lincoln Blvd
Santa Monica, CA 90401-2776
REBA McENTIRE UPDATE:
DOES ANYONE ELSE DESPISE HER SMILING FACE AS MUCH AS I DO?
I SWEAR THAT SMILE IS PERMANENTLY ATTACHED, VIA SURGERY.