Peter D.
Yelp
This place is the real deal.
We came in on a Saturday around noon, which was a rookie mistake to be sure (we tried calling ahead but the line was perpetually busy). The line wrapped around the store. I was worried we'd never eat, but luckily, as I said earlier, this place is the real deal.
There's a squad of dudes back there just PUMPING out high-quality, well-designed, gigantic sandwiches. You won't have to wait too long. But while you wait, you need to figure out what to order.
The tagline of Anthony's is Home of THE GODFATHER, so definitely rock one of those. It's got enough salami, pepperoni, ham cappicola, proscuitto, mortadella, sopressatta and hot peppers on it to feed my entire family for two meals. That is not an exaggeration. It's served on Arthur Avenue Italian bread, which is what you want to hear. The only thing I'd change is add more oil and vinegar, because for this much meat, you need a little more lubrication.
They also crush any sort of chicken cutlet sandwich. The Chubby Chicken is certainly a winner, with bacon, ranch dressing, and cheese...but the Texan is basically the same thing, but with barbecue sauce, so you should probably get both. One of my friends also got a tuna melt, which I think had 4-5 cans worth of tuna on it, if you're looking to reenact a John Mulaney bit.
It also looks like the breakfast sandwiches are incredible, and they've got all the drinks, chips, and other snacks you'd ever want along with a sandwich.
Two last notes:
1. Their Super Bowl squares are legendary.
2. Whereas many people around the country call a sandwich on a long piece of bread a hero (correct) or a sub (less correct) or a hoagie (not great) or a grinder (no) or a spuckie (absolutely not), here in this narrow sliver of New York it is known as a wedge. Which I'm down with.
Real. Deal.