In other places in the country they are known as a bomber, grinder, hoagie, hoagy, poor boy, sub, submarine, submarine sandwich, torpedo, wedge, zep. (and they don't taste the same either!)
On Long Island they are my hero and your heroes!
(from the amount of meat they pile on to the fresh Italian bread they use!)
(My aologies to Subway but here in New York a subway is a train, not a place to buy heroes!)
I recall taking final exams in Jerusalem Avenue Junior High. I had a morning one and an afternoon one. The cafeteria wa closed. Right next door was "My Hero", a great place that made whatever you wanted. I can still taste the work of art!
Out here in Bay Shore there is Leggios. They make the best heroes around. The place is a little joint in a residential section. Sometimes the wait is an hour or more! I learned the secret. You call in the order ahead and find out when they will be ready. Leggoi's is my hero now!
In case you are still in doubt, let me conclude this post with three true stories of heroes, and Italian bread.
#1- A person came from out of town and ordered a whole hero for lunch. The deli clerk tried to talk them down to half a hero. They insisted. After consuming three quarters of it this person was so tired they took a little nap in their car before continuing on with their day- In their own words, "I have never had a sandwich with so much cold cuts!"
#2- Another person came to visit a family on Long Island for a holiday. They were seen switching their rolls for authentic Long Island deli hard rolls. When caught in the act of thievery they blurted out, "We can't get them like this back home!"
#3- My uncle came up from Florida. He was born and Brooklyn and lived on Long Island before moving there in the 70's. He went with the girls and I to get some Italian Bread from the bakery. Before we got back to the house we had half a loaf devoured (We only live three blocks from the bakery and we were driving!)
(from the amount of meat they pile on to the fresh Italian bread they use!)
(My aologies to Subway but here in New York a subway is a train, not a place to buy heroes!)
I recall taking final exams in Jerusalem Avenue Junior High. I had a morning one and an afternoon one. The cafeteria wa closed. Right next door was "My Hero", a great place that made whatever you wanted. I can still taste the work of art!
Out here in Bay Shore there is Leggios. They make the best heroes around. The place is a little joint in a residential section. Sometimes the wait is an hour or more! I learned the secret. You call in the order ahead and find out when they will be ready. Leggoi's is my hero now!
In case you are still in doubt, let me conclude this post with three true stories of heroes, and Italian bread.
#1- A person came from out of town and ordered a whole hero for lunch. The deli clerk tried to talk them down to half a hero. They insisted. After consuming three quarters of it this person was so tired they took a little nap in their car before continuing on with their day- In their own words, "I have never had a sandwich with so much cold cuts!"
#2- Another person came to visit a family on Long Island for a holiday. They were seen switching their rolls for authentic Long Island deli hard rolls. When caught in the act of thievery they blurted out, "We can't get them like this back home!"
#3- My uncle came up from Florida. He was born and Brooklyn and lived on Long Island before moving there in the 70's. He went with the girls and I to get some Italian Bread from the bakery. Before we got back to the house we had half a loaf devoured (We only live three blocks from the bakery and we were driving!)
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