Alidoro's namesake sandwich is so delicious I often find myself gravitating there even when I have no other reason to be in SoHo. What's in it? Smoked chicken breast from Nodine's, arugula, and Alidoro (formerly Melampo) dressing. When Alessandro Gualandi...
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Sorry for not updating in a while. Yes, I am THINKING OF YOU. No, not you...[points in the other direction]...you! Yes, you in the funny hat.
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I’m not asking, I’m telling: get yo’ ass to Alidoro soonest and order the limited special sandwich Materazzi, or anything Walter will make you that features the Gran Biscotto prosciutto cotto – the melt-in-your-mouthiest ham product I’ve ever tasted, without peer. It has a subtle, fine flavor and the perfect amount of saltiness and grease.
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Once again I’m being a BAD CRITIC because I’m going to visit my buddy Walter at Alidoro every day. I was warned that his sandwiches were extremely addictive, and those who did the warning weren’t joking: I think I was craving a repeat meal of yesterday’s Arzibubo, with Genoa salami, smoked mozzarella, sun dried tomatoes, artichokes, and sweet peppers. I don’t even usually like sun dried tomatoes and artichokes, so obviously there’s some kind of addiction taking place.
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Known as the Sandwich Nazi to those of us who worked during the dot-com days around SoHo, Alidoro is now bright and airy with its yellow washed walls and friendly successor. I was once shushed by the temperamental sandwich maker while I stood in line for a $9 Geppeto (sopressata, caponata of eggplant, arugula in focaccia bread) so it’s now refreshing to have someone behind the counter smile even if you mispronounce the Italian sandwich names.
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Shake Shack, Dodo, Crosby Connection, and Alidoro: SANDWICH WEEK
You know how you brush your teeth as soon as you've decided that you've eaten enough for the day to deter yourself from eating during the time you shouldn't be eating (like around...[looks at watch]...now) because god forbid you brush your teeth twice in one night? Just agree with me.
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Sandwich addiction threatens nascent food column: film at 11.
Occasionally, I go completely retarded and go to the same place for lunch ten times in three weeks – only if it’s really, really good, though. My current obsession is, I’m happy to relate, Alidoro, on Sullivan between Prince and Spring. Some of you may recall my initial mention in a Quick Bites column a few weeks ago – that blurb didn’t really do the place justice. I’m not sure I’m the best person to actually do the place justice (one of the friends who introduced my girlfriend and I to the place has consistently offered to guest-review), but let me make the attempt, and hopefully I won’t then be the only one who gets embarrassed because he’s in there like three times a week.
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The Tuck Shop’s menu claims that “waking and baking is our job,” pun very much intended. While my inner stoner respects that existence, and my inner drunkard celebrates its proximity to many favorite watering holes (it's located on 1st St. between 1st and 2nd Ave.), my inner food critic kind of wishes the pies were a little fresher. That said, if you want a pie with ground beef, the Tuck Shop’s traditional pie ($5) is where it’s at. Spiced nicely and not over-greased, it was far better than the mysterious special “steak and Guinness” pie, which didn’t taste much like Guinness or the advertised horseradish. The sausage roll ($3) was less disappointing; a combination of ground pork and sage easily outpaces the average pizzeria’s rolled offerings. We were offered dessert, but to the proprietor’s great surprise, he was completely out of desserts. That’s what happens when you smoke up with a full refrigerator, pal – take it from one who knows.
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