After wandering around San Francisco’s North Beach in hopes of finding a bite to eat, we stumbled upon a little sandwich shop from Pittsburgh’s Primanti Brothers chain. 

I’ve never heard of these guys or their monster sandwiches before—come to think of it, I’ve never made it to Pittsburgh either—but chain or not, these things hit the spot. 

Like a good greasy spoon, Primanti’s just cooks everything up to order on a scarred, old flat top and serves it up on wax paper and aluminum plates.  Nothing like a mouthful of Italian sausage, provolone, coleslaw and french-fries. 


Whether putting the ingredients to an entire meal between two slabs of bread is ingenious or just suited for the incredibly lazy, after one of these you’ll be too stuffed to care.