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| The Front Door No One Uses |
Sometimes you just feel the need for something that's bad for you. You know what I mean, something that goes beyond the bounds of unhealthy and slips into down right disgustingly decadent. Something that you don't want to know how many calories went into it, or how it will make you feel afterwards. Something with the word "Fat" in the title, which is how the wife and I wound up at Fat Sal's Deli.
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| Packed until we got there, must have just missed the lunch crowd. |
I usually don't go to downtown Pacific Beach as it is a royal pain to find parking. This time I didn't care. I'd just run a good eight miles, half it uphill, and my body was screaming for something bad for me, which is after all half the reason I exercise anyway. After crusing around for a good ten minutes to find a parking spot my wife and I walked up to Fat Sal's. Though it label's itself a deli you won't find any blocks of chicken or ham to be carved. Everything is done in the back and most of the ingredients aren't the type you'll find in a deli anyway.
A large opening in led into pretty much brand new tables bolted to the ground and a long legged stools to sit on. We walked up to the cash register in the back, made our order, and then ambled on down to a recently vacated seat near the front, the perfect spot for people watching. About 20 minutes later our sandwhich came out. Now this is where it gets good and decadent.
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| How can something so small looking be so bad for you? |
I had decided to go with the Fat Sal. It was an "extra wide" garlic bun filled with roast beef, mozzarella sticks, onion rings, fries, brown gravy, and mayo. Wow that's a mouth full. It was stuffed, literally with everything that was bad for you. I took a big bite and managed to get a piece of roast beef, mozzarella stick, and onion ring. I got to admit when I list of ingredients online I wondered if they could really make it work, but after the first bite I realized they had. It was actually pretty good. The only thing I didn't like about it was the lack of roast beef. It was like they sacrificed a delicious cut of meat in order to put the cheaper fried food into the sandwich.
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The Fat Sal |
My wife settled on the Fat Anthony which had chicken fingers, mozarella sticks, fries, marinara, on top of ham, genoa salami, pepperoni, provolone, sweet peppers (thought she always holds the peppers), shredded lettuce, tomato, and red wine vinaigrette. Half of that belongs to another hero sandwich in and of itself. I took a bite of hers and though it wasn't bad but I liked mine better. I put it down to not being a big fan of marinara in a sandwich.
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| The Fat Anthony |
After we had finished eating we ambled out fat and happy, only to see "supposedly" Fat Sal just outside hustling a few departing patrons to "foursqure" and "Facebook" the hell out his place. Normally that would be a big turn off for me, but this time it was nice to see an owner really pushing his business to succeed. "Fat Sal" managed to do it without being a total jerk about it.
Outside of the sandwiches being good but not great, I really liked Fat Sal's. It had a nice open PB atmosphere, the tables were clean, and the people were nice. I'll probably head back there the next time I feel the need to eat something that I have no question is horrible for me. I can't wait to try the Fat Juanita. ... ouch... I just hope my heart can handle another round. It hurts a bit just thinking about it, but hey no one lives forever.
Fat Sal's Deli
956 Garnet Avenue
San Diego, CA 92109
(855) 682-4373
http://www.fatsalsdeli.com/
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