Cleveland dances to its own music which means do not expect here what you can find elsewhere. Subs are a perfect example. Most cities have a sandwich that may be called a hoagie, submarine, Italian hero, or po' boy. You can buy them all over and most are made quite well. They contain deli meats piled on good bread with onions, lettuce, and tomatoes. The lightest sprinkling of oil and vinegar dresses the sandwich. So simple, so pure, and so delicious.
No where in Cleveland have I had a good sub. And worst of the attempts is Dave's Cosmic Subs. Bad bread, bad meats, bad sauce, and the most unsavory shredded cheese. The woman who made my sub was so darn nice I hated to have her see me toss it out after a few bites. Perhaps a food truck will specialize in making this simple sandwich if I am lucky.