finally. i went to bunk. i usually avoid the hyped places, as i equate it with high-school popularity contests, and the inevitable disappointment, heartbreak, and ennui that ensues. not that i’m averse to a good round of ennui, being who i am. it serves a higher purpose. makes me a better-rounded human specimen. but bunk: i had a cubano, which could have had a few more pickle slices, and i shouldn’t have had the swiss, but hot DAMN!! bad tummy is worth it.
That is husband’s fav, but if I haven’t made it clear the ital is where they really shine. Go again when you need all the cured meats and vinegary pickled onions and peppers. You won’t be disappointed. Much like slowbar to slowburger, bunk to bunk bar are not interchangeable. Or at least they didn’t used to be.
that’s good to know, nisey. thanks! i was vacillating between the italian and cubano. pickled onions next!!