A guy in my hometown invented grinders (subs/heroes/hoagies/torpedos/insert your regionalism here) and we’re still the best area in the country to get one. It’s depressing when you want one in New York and even the best places serve a concoction that wouldn’t half-pass muster back home. (Tino’s and certain other Arthur Avenue fixtures being happy exceptions, but even then they specialize in hot subs.)
So I toasted the grinder for Maxim. It’s the best sandwich out there — and that’s sayin’ something, even if it’s with a full mouth.