The General Tso’s Sub was comprised of deep-fried slabs of tofu, julienned carrots, arugula, broccoli mayonnaise, and caramelized onions. It tasted of mortal sin and eternal love, and may be the best thing to happen to vegetarians since the invention of the grilled cheese sandwich. The tofu, encased in its tawny crust and smothered by the fat, squishy ribbons of sweet onion, was more akin to heroin than anything derived from a soy bean. The broccoli mayo was applied with a generous but not punishing hand, and the bread, as Kord promised, was super-soft, with a pliant, floury crust, halfway between hot dog bun and baguette. And because it was toasted before the sandwich was assembled, it was still warm once we reached the park.
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The Village Voice: “The Early Word: No. 7 Sub Shop”
I happened across this shop last Friday and this review is dead on.
