If you read my last post on the Meatball Shop, you’ll know that the Meatball Shop completely changed my outlook on meatballs. Since having them, I didn’t think meatballs could get any better…each meatball type that is served at the Meatball Shop is put through a rigorous selection process and emerged as a winner. They don’t serve sandwiches and pasta with meatballs; they serve MEATBALLS with bread and pasta. Well, here is life lesson for you: it is possible to be even better than the best.
Their meatball hero is orgasmic. The bread is soft Italian bread that is chewy and dense, but fluffy at the same time. Apparently, “whenever Frank Sinatra was in town, he would send one of his daughters down in a limo to pick up four loaves” of bread from Parisi. The meatball sandwich is lined with a thin layer of mozzarella to protect the bread from the tasty marinara sauce and of course to add a bit of creaminess to this tomatoey sandwich. The meatballs are SO incredibly tender, not crumbly at all, and if you give it a little squish, will feel that they are a little springy. I’m seriously salivating just thinking about them. Be right back, need to wipe down my keyboard.
Just kidding. Totally kidding.