The I-talian sandwiches at Alidoro on Sullivan Street are definitely splitters. We had a Frugoletto—sopressatta, smoked provolone, artichokes and arugula on tremazzino bread. My half didn't leave room for chips.It should be noted that these people don't fuck around. If it's not on the menu, don't ask for it. Total sandwich nazis. And don't talk on your cell phone, or even look at your cell phone. In fact, pretend you don't even know what a cell phone is when you're in there. Because the guy with the weird glasses will rip your head off and put in in the slicer and make a sandwich out of you. And it will probably be pretty good, and they will charge $10 for it.
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