66 down. 35 to go.
Dear Rhona (my kosher mother-in-law),
I’m really sorry.
Six months ago after eating the pig’s head sandwich, I assured you that there were no other sandwiches that would disgust you as much as that one. I think I was wrong. Unfortunately, I had already made a vow to complete The Quest and eat all 101 sandwiches, regardless of their ingredients. I have also made it my duty to blog about each adventure, so there’s no hiding it from you. I did it. You’re not going to like it, but I ate a pig’s ass sandwich. I hope you can forgive me.
Miss you and can’t wait to see you for Thanksgiving. Love to Alan and Shayna. She’s a good pup.
Love your son-in-law,
I didn’t originally intend on going to Casellula for this sandwich. Deanomac and I planned on heading over to Ma Peche for their banh mi, but it turns out they stop serving the sandwich at 5:30pm – though their website incorrectly states 10pm. Regardless, when life throws you a curveball, you hit it out of the park.
And we did. We went right into Plan B, walking five avenues west and three blocks south to Casellula and… there was a 45 minute wait. So, we waited. Well, actually we went around the corner to nearest bar to kill some time where we were met by Mr. Ajay Chaudhary. And before you knew it, our all star table was ready.
This place is adorable. A great, romantic date spot. Or a great spot for three guys to go get a sandwich because one of their friends is trying to eat 101 sandwiches from a silly New York Magazine article. I can only assume Casellula Cheese and Wine Cafe serves delicious cheese and pours delicious wines. Unfortunately, I couldn’t tell you about either. We sat down and ordered three pork slap pale ales and three pig’s ass sandwiches.*
The panini style sandwich was great. The bread was fresh and crisp. The cheese — two kinds, cheddar and pol epi, both awesome — melted into the flavorful, chopped meat. I love pickles on all sandwiches and these added some nice brininess and texture. Lastly, it was served with a chipotle aioli dipping sauce that I was literally — in a nice, midtown wine bar — wiping the bowl clean with my finger. This sandwich was a great mid week reminder that life is good.
Some people might find the concept of eating pig gross. Others might think eating butt is gross. As for me, I’m on a mission. And no matter how unappealing something sounds, it won’t stop me from eating all 101 sandwiches. Fortunately in this case, this sandwich sounded very appealing.
* actually Ajay ordered something else, but it sounded much better this way.
Casellula Cheese & Wine Cafe | 401 West 52nd Street and 9th Avenue