This deli has been around since 1913, they are committed to doing things right. They serve an infamous roast beef and gravy sandwich (which made a debut on the show "30 Rock"). The Roast Beef is made in the back room, by a group of old school Italian men. So cute. And they serve it up with gravy made from the juice of their home made roast beef.
Although this local favorite is tantalizing and satisfying, there is Scarlette's Selection: that is most wanted to taste on my tongue. After selecting my bread carefully: making sure it is thick enough, hard on the outside and squeezable...I ask them to make me a sandwich. My choice is Fresh Mozzarella, Roasted Red Peppers, sometimes a couple hot ones, with Balsamic, Oil and Black Pepper. I can't get enough of it. I always grab a can of coke to go. Cans are my favorite way to drink coke, so it makes the experience that much better. I try to remember to ask for the cans on the side, not in the bag with my sandwich. They really know how to make it juicy, with the Balsamic and Oil, which is great! But it gets all over sometimes, and I don't like the taste on my can...just the sandwich. Also, you know its good, when they put paper towels in the bag instead of napkins. You know its going to be messy, and every great aftenoon delight should be.
If your lucky, you can get in and out in a couple minutes. But definitely expect to wait in line on Saturdays. It is the go to spot for locals after a solid night on the town. Today, it took five minutes, and I was on my way home to devour every inch of mozzarella. As I sat down, with my Fiore's Sandwich on a nice plate, coke can on the table and a fork to grab any pieces that fall: a former booty call started to blow up my cell. Why now? Why must he interrupt this divine moment? He had begun to make eating my mozzarella complicated. And besides, my heart still belongs to my Italian. I was not interested in this booty call: which now I realized, I had flipped to wanting more from me. That would have been great two years ago, but now I was satisfied with loving my Italian. And at this exact moment this sandwich was all I needed.
But this guy kept sending text messages, trying to sext me! Like sexting is going to make me want him? He obviously was clueless and so I sent a message back:
"The mozz is better than sex." And claimed if I wanted sex, I would go Italian. That only made matters worse. Instead he now kept texting..
"No way mutz is better than my sex."
Ahhh, silly boys. If it was that good, I never would have stopped seeing him in the first place. He was just amusement, when I had nothing better to do. We shared Amarone wine and a wall at one point: he used to be my neighbor. It was conveinent and now he was just annoying. My Italian was the only guy for me, and was the only thing that could take me away from this mozzarella sandwich. So I decided to ignore this younger guy trying to "sext" me, and devour my sandwich. A stolen moment with my Italian is the only other thing I craved.
A way to a girl's heart is to wine and dine her, or buy her a Fiore's Fresh Mozzarella Sandwich: they are better than Sext! But, nothing can trump my Italian...he simply is the yummiest of all. My heart belonged to him...and since he was not around this afternoon, Fiore's Sandwich was my stolen moment and did not last long on my table.
Although the Italian on my table...that would be hot!
Fiore's Italian Deli
414 Adams St, Hoboken, NJ 07030