It was during my last trip to Toronto where I noticed deli signs glowing the mysterious and alluring siren call of a "Hot Veal Sandwich." I was a passenger in a car when I first noticed this, and the driver suggested the markets, which I take it to the St. Lawrence Markets, but that sounded high end, and I wanted the real deal.
This last time out, I was wandering the long way towards a studio visit near the chocolate factory, and came across Nonna's Place on Bloor. Mildly starving and sleep deprived, I walked in to a pretty good vibe of a table full of construction workers mawing down their sandwiches. Ordering the hot veal sandwich with mushrooms and onions, I sat down with my San Pellegrino aranciata and waited.
This last time out, I was wandering the long way towards a studio visit near the chocolate factory, and came across Nonna's Place on Bloor. Mildly starving and sleep deprived, I walked in to a pretty good vibe of a table full of construction workers mawing down their sandwiches. Ordering the hot veal sandwich with mushrooms and onions, I sat down with my San Pellegrino aranciata and waited.
I did not know that I was about to eat the sandwich of my dreams right here, right now. A perfectly tender and juicy hot breaded veal cutlet slathered in marinara sauce with the requested mushrooms and onions sat between a perfect crusty bun. This is the type of sandwich I yearn for out west, because there is simply no comparison. Perfect in every bite, I will continue to think about you, Nonna's. Always and forever.
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