One can only eat so much, so often. My friends at the WaShinGtoniANNNN MagAzzxxXZZZine ate a buncha sandwiches and printed a story about it which you can look at here. Thank you, Scott Suchman, for putting a mountain of napkins to use for READING.
Chase the Submarine in Vienna makes a fine sandwich, laced with ambition, loaded with cool. Add a side of sass and you have an It Wich.
The faster you chase, the farther away you get. That’s how it looks from here. Stand still for a sec and the world appears before you.
Smilishly. In an apron. Ready for action. Action that splashes. Action that spills and greases your lips.
Fabulous Claire from Brooklyn, True-to-HimSelf Teddy and I ordered. Actually, we asked nicely. Steak and Cheese, Pork and Pickles, Bulgogi. Around the world at the speed of the maillard reaction.
Watching was happening. Doing is our preference. In lieu of doing, watching it done with expertise and vivacity is vicariously satiating.
I like this place enough to go often were it in walking distance. I admire and envy Tim Ma’s sandwich sanctuary.
Bread and fillings exponentially expand into sandwiches ad infinitum, starting with its bread ectoskeleton. Chase the Submarine explores the natural kingdom of all four hemispheres.
The young people. We love them. So many sandwich safaris ahead. And dang they are snappy. Had to stand still, stand back and love them till my fist of a heart pounded deeply in its deep, still waters.
Posted in DC, DC Sandwiches, Sandwich Joints, Virginia - Northern
Tagged Chase the Submarine, Vienna VA
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