Vol. 29: Taste Unlimited Inlet Bistro Sandwich

Okay, okay, so it’s been over a month since I posted something, I’m slacking, yadda yadda yadda.  Grub costs money, so when I don’t have any, I don’t get special eats.  Unless you’re about to send me a check for a dollar, then STFU pipe down in the peanut gallery so I can tell my story.

A long, long time ago (at 5:07 pm today), in a galaxy far, far away (commonly referred to as the depths of my stomach), a deep rumbling could be heard in the Force..

..okay, okay, that was just gas.  ANYhoo.

Bottom line, I was hungry, a coworker (shout-out to Thomater for being my enabler) was going to get food from Taste Unlimited, I jumped in.  Wasn’t in the mood for my usual (the Northender, which is phenomenal), so after browsing the menu for a minute or two, I’m reminded she’s actually been on the phone placing the order the whole time, and just jump on the first thing I see that sounds good.  Which was this Inlet Bistro Sandwich, seen here:

To quickly summarize, this is like a mouth-sized caprese-gasm Fort Knox of fresh mozzarella cheese, with nice slices of tomato and their trademark basil mayonnaise, accented with some.. red wine vinegar sauce-thing.  Don’t tell my boss, but I was taking pornographic pictures of me with this sandwich at my desk.  The one where it looks like I’m tongueing the cheese?  Yeah, I was just licking runaway sauce.. Honest. 

Speaking of sauce, this is definitely one saucy sandwich.  Plan on taking a small sink bath afterwards.  Don’t wear any expensive clothing while eating it.  If you do, wear a bib.  If you do wear a bib, then you are a bib, and probably eat at places where lunches cost $45 a head.  So go read some 4-Michelin star restaurant review and leave me and my sexy sandwich alone.  You wouldn’t want to see what I’m about to do, anyway.

Or maybe you would.  Perv. 

Bottom line?  The cheese is perfect and fresh – not dry or mealy at all.  Tomatoes are juicy and ripe, and the basil mayo is just what you’d come to expect from Taste.  That kick with the vinaigrette is what really acts as the anchor for all the other flavors and makes them dance like they’re dressed for pole work.   And, just like the super-high bar that’s already been set by the Northender years ago, the ciabatta bread (though the menu lies and says “flatbread”) is just the right amount of chewy, not so hard as to smoosh the sandwich contents out the sides and not so soft to collapse under the weight of all that taste bud bed buddy awesomeness.  And while it’s filling, it’s doesn’t sit in your stomach like a brick.

Oh, by the way… I bet half of you will finish it before you realize there’s no meat in it.  And then you won’t care.

The Verdict

5/5.  I could see myself paying a dollar or two more than they’re charging for it.  Yeap.  Sure could.  There’d be a mighty fine tip in it for someone who could make one appear in front of me right now.  Sure would……..