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| - Surprised to find out my sandwich was completely calorie-free.
No, it wasn't. It really REALLY wasn't.
For those Bostonians reading these finely crafted words, consider the interior (and by this, I mean look, personality and demeanor) to be a punkier Friendly Toast. For those Clevelanders absorbing my sage advice, head to The Friendly Toast in your next trip to Boston. It'll remind you of a more retro Melt.
Meteorology aside, you go for the grilled cheese, albeit a slight misnomer as the sandwiches can easily be dominated by non-cheesey foodstuffs, much to your arterial delight. Not so fast, aorta - the other junk is a cholesterol den of animal flesh, fried foods and (there's hope!) vegetarian/vegan alternatives. Live to see another day?
My two-week red meat fast steered me away from the tempting Monte Cristo and the fried pickled-topped Cuban Melt. Tossing betwixt the the pierogi-loaded Parmageddon or the "hey, let's deep fry a sandwich" Big Popper, I asked the staff for halp. Because the latter is stuffed with fresh jalapeƱos, "it's really spicy," noted Lil' Flo -our server who smiled wider than the Black Hole Sun video. Big Popper it is.
The promised peppers oozed from a crispy behemoth in a river of molten cheddar and herbed cream cheese, cooled only with time and the sweet berry preserves for dunking. One bite and I was hooked. Two bites and I was full. Three bites and things began to get uncomfortable. Four bites, and... well, buy the video. $10.50 may seem lofty for sandwich & fries kinda lunch, but trust me, the staff automatically brings boxes with the check - you'll get two meals outta deez gaiz.
Not to skip the eye candy that is the sango's guts, but the 'wich wouldn't be at the top of the stack without the assist from some serious bread. Soft and yeasty, while hearty enough to hold cheese at solar temps, it's the icing on the five-star cake. Oh wait, that's really icing? Eh, I'm in.
Free refills on fountain soda, small batch bottles for the snootier fizz palate, robust beer selection and a killer soundtrack (Ice Ice Baby? You bet!) mean you'll feel good all over! Except for that pesky distended stomach.
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