I used to be able to see this sandwich shop from my bedroom window! I went a few times, but they aren’t open for dinner so I missed out a lot. Cue banging on the door and getting mean looks from sandwich-nazi.
Extra tip: Go as early as possible because they WILL run out of bread, which leaves you either standing around waiting for the guy to run out and get some, eating the sesame bread or focaccia (not as delicious), or out the door.
Current Obsession: Alidoro Italian Sandwiches
Turn onto Sullivan Street in Soho and make your way to Alidoro, a hole-in-the wall between Prince and Spring.
Review the menu taped to the window and make your decision. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT enter the line without knowing your order. You’ll be sorry and sent to the back of the line.
Stand in the quickly moving out-the-door line and practice your order: “I’d like the Donatella on White. I’d like the Donatella on White. I’d like the Donatella on White.”
Reach the counter and stare the Soup Nazi-esque owner in the eye. Know that they’ll be mean, but don’t go crying to mommy. Show them your confident in your order and won’t be pushed around by his temperamental nature, even when you’re cut off and/or belittled.
Place your order and don’t make and substations or edits, but wait to order your drink until they’ve either handed you your sandwich or, gasp, ask what you want.
Watch as the duo or trio of sandwich makers perfectly slice top quality Salami and Chicken Breast, add layer upon layer of Prosciutto di Parma and delicately place thick slices of Mozzarella between the fresh foccacia, semolina, white and wheat bread.
Pay in cash and be quick. There’s no room to linger and the owner is already demanding the next person in lines’ order.
Turn left out of Alidoro and walk a couple feet until you reach the playground and picnic tables on Sullivan.
Take a seat and dig in.
You’ve just experienced (in my opinion) the best sandwich in New York City.