(At YVR.)Knowing I’d be at the airport over dinnertime, I stopped at my favourite Italian sandwich shop (funny that I actually have one) on Commercial Drive – although I’ve been in plenty of times, I still can’t recall the name of it, except that “Grotto” is in there somewhere, and “fromaggi”, probably in reference to the cheese display at the front of the shop.
Wait, I have the receipt. La Grotta del Formaggio. Sounds a little sleazy/cheezy. 1791 Commercial Drive, Vancouver.
The Italian ladies behind the counter are true sandwich artists – they split open an Italian loaf the size of a small boat and drizzled both sides with olive oil, then balsamic vinegar (as per my request) and spread one side with pesto mayo. A difficult choice of meats, cheeses and toppings, but I would up with salami, provolone, smoky roasted peppers, chunky sun-dried tomatoes, salty pickled eggplant and fine bits of purple onion. My breath on the flight home is going to be stellar. It was pressed for a good long time in the panini grill, but didn’t hold its heat through rainy rush hour traffic between the Grotto and the airport.
R and J and I ate it in the food court waiting for my boarding call, cut into salty, messy pieces with a plastic knife.
To wash it down, an espresso truffle from Starbucks (hot chocolate with espresso shots). yum.