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| - The Bethel Deli recently won "Best Hoagie in Pittsburgh" from some news channel (congratulations to them!), and in doing so they beat out what I consider to be the best sandwich on the planet (second-place winner The Real McCoy Original from the south side). Obviously, the 40 minute trek needed to occur so that I could see what creation might de-throne the greatest sandwich ever made.
This place is truly a hidden gem - I drove right by it, fully knowing where it was and what it looked like from Google-mapping beforehand - and once I found it there wasn't a whole lot to it. The man working the place seemed to be the owner - real nice guy, you could tell he is really passionate about his store and his food. I went for a whole Italian hoagie, which was one of the winning sandwiches, and a pound of the rotini pasta salad.
The hoagie was quite delicious. The meat was fresh and fully loaded, the onions and tomatoes were crisp and juicy, the mayo was slathered on in the correct amount. The part that really made this hoagie stand out was the bread and cheese. I'm not sure what process he used to toast the sandwich, but by golly was that one perfectly toasted delight! Even after the 40 minute drive back to Pittsburgh, the bread was crisp, not soggy in any area, and had a perfect texture and flavor. The cheese was what really made this sandwich different - the edges were caramelized, chewy, and so flavorful that for a moment I thought I'd died and gone to the cheese castle in Wisconsin. That cheese made the sandwich the satisfying nourishment it is.
I would venture as far to proclaim this hoagie "The Hoagie with the Best Toasting and Cheese in Pittsburgh" but the actual best hoagie still belongs to the folks at Real McCoy Sandwich Shop. Having eaten both sandwiches roughly 40 minutes past their birth, the Real McCoy has so much flavor that it beats out any competing sandwich I've ever enjoyed. However, if there is ever a "Best Pasta Salad in Pittsburgh" competition, Bethel Deli might be the hands down champion - the mixture of noodles, broccoli, cauliflower, celery, carrots, tomatoes, and oil that the gentlemen proclaimed to have made himself was phenomenal and certainly tasted homemade - if the place wasn't 40 minutes away I would drive back, pick up enough of the pasta salad to eat with lunch for the rest of the week, and rub it in all of my coworkers faces that they aren't awesome enough have found it themselves. Yes, having a pasta salad that good does bring out the worst in men.
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