Big sandwiches.
Thought that might get your attention.
It doesn’t matter if you call them subs, heroes or hoagies.
What matters is that you get to this place and start eating one as soon as possible...
Introducing Chubby Mary’s, a humble East Village storefront from the Artichoke Basille’s Pizza guys pumping out some muscular sandwichry, now open.
You’ve been known to grab some wall and indulge in a late-night Artichoke slice or three. And that’s exactly what you’re going to do here, right next door (at least you will when their late-night hours kick in, which’ll be... soon). Only here, you’ll have to bring your A-game, because you’ll be merrily struggling to keep about a foot of veal cutlet, broccoli rabe and provolone together.
This is just classic takeout sandwich country—a counter, a chalkboard menu and a Rocky mural complete with puffy 3D black eye (classic). So test the waters with a lunch run, then graduate to some dignified Saturday night sandwich double-fisting.
What those fists will contain: meatball, chicken, veal, sausage or eggplant as a base, with either provolone and Italian gravy (red sauce); onions, peppers and provolone; or broccoli rabe and provolone draped irresponsibly on top. Then all of it’s put on either a foot-long sesame hero or a small roll.
And you really don’t want to be known as “small roll” for the next 10 years.
Thought that might get your attention.
It doesn’t matter if you call them subs, heroes or hoagies.
What matters is that you get to this place and start eating one as soon as possible...
Introducing Chubby Mary’s, a humble East Village storefront from the Artichoke Basille’s Pizza guys pumping out some muscular sandwichry, now open.
You’ve been known to grab some wall and indulge in a late-night Artichoke slice or three. And that’s exactly what you’re going to do here, right next door (at least you will when their late-night hours kick in, which’ll be... soon). Only here, you’ll have to bring your A-game, because you’ll be merrily struggling to keep about a foot of veal cutlet, broccoli rabe and provolone together.
This is just classic takeout sandwich country—a counter, a chalkboard menu and a Rocky mural complete with puffy 3D black eye (classic). So test the waters with a lunch run, then graduate to some dignified Saturday night sandwich double-fisting.
What those fists will contain: meatball, chicken, veal, sausage or eggplant as a base, with either provolone and Italian gravy (red sauce); onions, peppers and provolone; or broccoli rabe and provolone draped irresponsibly on top. Then all of it’s put on either a foot-long sesame hero or a small roll.
And you really don’t want to be known as “small roll” for the next 10 years.
