Real Italian soul. Zero chill. We take the subs your grandmother made and the subs your cardiologist warned you about — and we wrap them in paper like a love letter you can eat.
Click any card to drop it straight into your order. Start your morning with the Breakfast Box, then meet two of the legends.
The whole morning, handled. Two of our breakfast beasts, two crispy hash-brown sides, and two hot coffees, boxed up and ready. Feed the crew — or just have a very serious day all by yourself. We won't tell.
Capicola, soppressata, hot ham, prosciutto and sharp provolone stacked till it's basically a felony — sweet roasted peppers, shredded lettuce, oil & vin that means business, a whisper of oregano. It doesn't make threats. It makes promises.
The end times, but breaded. A golden cutlet the size of a hubcap, drowned in slow Sunday gravy, blanketed in melted mozz and a snowstorm of parm, jammed in a seeded roll bracing for impact. Comes with a napkin. You'll need fourteen.
Order on your phone, pay online, then stroll in and tell us you're here. We run it out hot. No line, no "name for the order," no chaos. (Okay — a little chaos. It's on the menu, not the floor.)
How it worksWe grew up on red-checkered tablecloths and oil & vinegar. Then we cranked the volume to eleven. Classics done right for the purists, and unhinged inventions for everyone brave enough to point and say "that one."
Our storyTucked into the neighborhood, a short chip-shot from Endwell Greens Golf Club. Come hungry off the back nine or just hungry in general. Either way, we've got a sub with your name on it.
Come hang"Tizzy" was my wife's father — a guy who never met a stranger and never let anyone leave hungry. This shop is our way of keeping his table set for the whole neighborhood.
Read his story