I’ve been trying to find a good chicken parm sandwich for over a decade. In college, there was Rogan’s Corner, a hole in the wall pizza joint that was notorious for serving alcohol to minors and having delivery drivers who accepted bong hits as tips. I’m not saying this from experience, well maybe. It was the perfect sandwich – toasted sub roll, thin-sliced chicken cutlet, melted parmesan and the most delicious tomato sauce. Served piping hot and wrapped in that white deli paper with a stack of half-sized napkins (which at first, you’re like, who the hell needs so many napkins…but then you realize what a dumbass thought that was once you start licking your fingers cuz you’ve used up all those damn napkins). Yup, it was sloppy and fucking delicious. Sadly, Rogan’s was in Ithaca New York and after graduating in ’98 I moved to Southern California, land of Mexican food, beaches, fake boobs and nowhere near good chicken parm. Thankfully, food-wise (and amongst other things) I moved back to New York and last night the hunt for the perfect chicken parm came to an end. It’s called Torrisi and it’s on Mulberry Street at Prince. They offer it two ways – hero or on a seeded semolina roll. Without hesitation, my friend recommended the roll and holy shit was she right. OMFG! Washed it down with a Dr. Brown’s Black Cherry and yes, I leaned back in my chair hearing Hall & Oates “Rich Girl” and thinking, “Life.Is.Good. That is until your friend starts choking and throwing up on herself, but that’s another story.
