First of all, it’s right down the street and doesn’t look like much from the outside.
Second, the menu is suspiciously like this small chain called Planet Hoagie that I used to frequent when my job was in the Philly burbs.
I don’t know which chain is stealing from which, but they both have the goods. As much as I love the sliced-on-premises meats and cheeses, the bread is what puts these hoagies over the top. It’s a nice, seeded Italian loaf from South Philly that’s just tough enough to make you chew, and just soft enough to give under pressure.
I had my old favorite, The Soprano: roasted turkey, sharp provolone and roasted red peppers. So good.