Is there really anything better than cold cuts stacked four fingers high?  … What if it was a massive pile of Italian cold cuts? … Kick it up, what if it was an ungodly amount of New York Italian cold cuts? … And now we call this the topper's topper … because my Good Grub compatriots, it's about time you had one of Faicco's Italian Specialties' stacked-to-the-sky, New York Italian cold cut sandwiches in all its cured, smoky, salty, savory goodness. 

Roaming around NYC, stomach grumbling for some GRUB I met up with some family in the West Village to take a little stroll through Italian food heaven.  As we approached the deli, a giant pig adorned sign welcomed us to a 100 year old tradition of sausage and italian specialties.  The inside was sensation overload … rows and rows of Italian delights, a deli case loaded with meats and cheeses, and an overall sense of "this is what Grubbing in New York is all about." 

I approached the counter with my partners in deliciousness, GRUB-Aunt Caren B. and GRUB-cousin Justin B., took it all in, and with my mouth overflowing with anticipation, did my best to clearly give out my order.  I went with their Italian Special.   Sometimes "special" means the short bus, and mittens pined to your jacket in the summer time, and thinking "How I Met Your Mother" is a good show … but I've come to realize in the world of GRUB, that it's really the only way to go.

What I ended up with was a giant, forearm-long, sesame-crusted, fresh-baked, Italian role jammed pack with  ham, capicola, soppressata, prosciutto, mozzarella, roasted peppers, tomatoes, lettuce, tomato, and oil and vinegar … aka … Heaven.  As my teeth pierced through the beast-from-the-east, I almost had to hold back the laughter at how ridiculously good this sandwich was. 

Everything about Faicco's screamed authentic, old-school, Italian deli.  From the over-loaded shelves of tomato sauce, to the expansive deli case, to the potential Italian mobster customer who almost went Sunny Corleone on my camera as I took a picture with him in the background … it was all, as great Ron Burgundy would say, Unique New York.  And you know what … the arsonist did have oddly shaped feet.  And now I have to go watch Anchor Man.  Super duper!

But even more so, I need to go find a fixin' of delicious Italian subs.  Seriously, what time is the next flight to New York?  I think they'd tag me going through security … this wild look of excitement on my face, muttering "capicola" repeatedly under my breadth … but wouldn't a four hour hold up by TSA and a six hour flight over to JFK be worth that overwhelming, heaping helping of GRUB?  Yeah … I agree.  So, meet me at curbside check-in? Until next time my GRUB friends … stay meaty.