Sandwiches are not difficult. Bread, spread. Cheap. Fast. But some Charlottesville sandwiches are going all Nicole Ritchie on me, getting thinner and thinking they should get more money for it. Not hot. (How does she has an IMDB profile for appearances?)
Jaberwoke has never been known to prep a sandwich in the time it would take to solve Hilbertas 23, but the fries are the best in a 5-mile radius and the sandwiches used to be worth the wait– served heated or grilled with a generous layer of whatever spread the sandwich came with. After last year’s change of ownership, not so much. I swear I got a freezer burn and cotton mouth from my last sandwich there.
CVille Coffee. It’s a shame, too, because they use quality ingredients, the space is clean and well furnished, and the staff is perennially friendly. But a recent turkey wrap had the diameter of a HoHo and set me back about $7. It might have been forgiven if they hadn’t lifted apple chutney from the spread list.
Similarly, Cafe Cubano’s $6-something Nisqually has noticeably less salmon than it did in its Higher Grounds days. Their general lack of condiments is perplexing. Cuban custom calls for sandwiches to be served with yellow mustard, which they have, but American custom calls for places with a in the name to have mustard with fake foreign-sounding names like Grey Poupon. Even one communal squeeze bottle would probably do the trick. And yes, that is a Youtube of the original commercial. Eat your heart out.
I’m actually not going to comment on Fuel because their sandwiches have always been more pretentious than Nicole or Paris could ever hope to be, so there’s no change to whine about.
As much as you must enjoy my endless capacity to whine, I have to give credit where credit is due. Winner: Littlejohn’s. The Nuke. Oh my God. Beef barbecue, turkey, coleslaw, Texas Pete, and melted muenster. I’m not going to say it’s better than sex, but it is the next best thing on a Saturday night. Next: Chipotle. I think my love could actually be bought with extra guac, corn salsa, and black beans. Bling? Nah. Fajita burrito, cervesa, te amo. Just like that. And: Baggby’s. Any sandwich place that offers stuffing and cranberry sauce year-round is cool with me. I’ve tried to recreate the magic at home, but I missed chatting with the staff while I waited.
I know you’re thinking it: what about Bellaire?
Umm, what about it? Like what-EVER.