Ever felt like the more you love something, the easier it is to pick out its faults? Doesn't make you appreciate the good parts any less, but it does get under your skin after awhile. In this case, I speak not of my wonderful wife or my darling daughter (who still hasn't slept through the night), but of the Italian beef—the meatiest and messiest sandwich in town, and one of our most iconic dishes.

After a brief honeymoon of three years, where I blindly devoured as many as I could find, I began to have some lingering questions about the sandwich, which I knew eventually had to be answered.

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