Ike and I? We got a lot in commmmmon. For starters we both got big mouths (smirk) but in a good way.
Good way you say? Good to be a blabber mouth? In today's day-and-age? For the sake of Ike's Big Mouth, yes indeed. They are fortunate to have a shining beam of light in the form of a customer, aka Me, with such a big mouth. I can't stop recommending this spot to those I know, to those I want to know, and to those I don't have any interest in or ill-will for. I believe the kids call them "NPC's" today. *Still got it Linguini, you are hip don't let them tell you otherwise.* Unfortunately, I don't have any enemies or people I hate. Although Al Gore is walking a tight rope.... Grrrrrr. What year is this? Not topical or even political I apologize for the failed humorous attempt but we can't all be perfect. We can try though. Some of us need that reminder. Who doesn't need that reminder for they are already linked to perfection? Ike's Big Mouth.
They've got these sandies down Pat. Patted down, oiled up and vetted like a veterinarian. These babies are bussssin'. The meanest subs/heroes/hoagies (whatever shimmies your Cocoa Puffs I really couldn't care) on the mean streets of Waldwick. Some of the meanest in Bergen County... and maybe just maybe they do got the meanest in their star disciple AKA The Gladiator.
Mother Mary pray for our eaters now and in the hour of their meals, Amen. There's a rumor that this sandwich was created specifically for the gladiators of the late, great (greatest... you can argue with me but you'll lose you silly Carthaginian) Roman empire. Just a single bite acted as an aphrodisiac, but instead filled these Gladiators with the naughty desire to conquer. To battle. Some would just get a whiff of this honey-based sauce and decide it was time to bear knuckle a lion in the coliseum. Couldn't even control themselves. So imagine me, a modern but mythical man. A gladiator in my own right. Devouring an entire gladiator with the help of nobody but myself. What would become of such a man? Exactly what you would imagine. Immediate adaptation in close combat. Instant new skills in sword fighting and in armor wearing. The development of a wicked maze of chest hair that continues all over the picturesque landscape identified as my body. This hair that is stretched all over and even in the hard to reach and furthest away places, is still considered chest hair. Anyways where was I? Veni Vidi Vici? That's right. The will and desire to come, to see and to conquer... a flurry of sandwiches and sides until I can't stuff my stomach that I am obviously preparing for battle (that's the only reason why there's so much to grab on my obliques. Don't ask... don't berate...trust my words.)
The Gladiator is a miraculous sandwich. Large and in charge. Crispy and tasty cutlet. Honey chipotle sauce that must be made with pure honey straight from the buzzzummm of a bee I mean mmmm so sweet. Bacon. Pepper Jack, hold the salt. You sly linguini you. But what if I were to tell you... they had other sandwiches near equal? Casper's Special. The Warrior. The Buffalonian with an oh so might Buffalo sauce (if ya don't got good Buffalo ya don't got good anything and they got it good.) Drunken Chicken. The options, they are endless. Almost as endless as this review I mean c'mon can this guy wrap it up? Ike's can wrap it up! They've got wraps too folks!
Cut from the right jib. Built of the right interior. Exquisite exterior. Has THE SAUCE(s). Masterful creations. The similarities shared by Linguini and Ike's Big Mouth. Stay hungry my friends. read more