I can still remember the first time Mr. T & I ever had a Porchetta Sandwich. It was a crisp October weekend filled with beer and football about 5 years ago. It only took one bite of that fennel dusted, pork fat laden sandwich for Mr. T to become a serious addict.
That incredibly compact ciabatta roll lightly drizzled with olive oil then stuffed to the brim with shreds of tender oven roasted pork and fried pork cracklings. This is one seriously intense sandwich that I am happy to welcome back into my life.
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