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| - The former space of a long-time art dealer has been usurped by a cabal of young bohemians with a passion for the almighty grinder, the sensational submarine, the hallowed hero, the zealous zep, and the bulk of their craft is scratch-made from the bread to the roast beef.
It was the latter that had me salivating, particularly when I was told that there would be a wait since the protein in question was still cooking and the just-baked bread was cooling.
While the meat ended up being slightly dry, I savored the fresh, flaky bread, the artistically laid array of vegetables ( I went berserk with my choices), and the "Jersey Style" vinegar/oil/salt/oregano dressing which was what truly shot the torpedo across the ocean and into Jared Fogle's yacht. One hearty hoagie, my only lament was that I didn't go with an Italian since I feel it probably would have been more succulent.
A cup of potato salad proved to be a starchy, creamy success with a bit of celery bringing the crunch. The M&M chocolate chip cookies we had for dessert were crispy, chewy caps of joy that rivaled those of many area bakeries.
I must add that the interiors are bright, contemporary, and inviting, the soda fountain is self-serve, the employees are enthusiastic and engaging, and the meat is sliced to order.
Subway sinks to the ocean floor to be devoured by a Kraken as Blimpie's falls burning from the sky. The age of Lebo Subs is upon us.
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