Danny Boy Deli

Look, I'll say this right out of the gate, and I want it on the record for posterity: if the rest of this tour falls apart — if every sandwich from here to the finish line turns out to be a soggy, apologetic disappointment — we still won. Because we opened at Danny Boy, and Danny Boy delivered.

First thing you have to reckon with is the menu, which is numbered by a system that appears to have been assigned by throwing darts. 01, 02, 09, 04, 05, 08, 10, 00. There's a 00. There's a sandwich numbered zero. That's not a menu item, man, that's a philosophy. That's a sandwich so foundational it predates counting. I didn't order it. I wasn't ready. Maybe next time.

We did the civilized thing and split two, which is the only correct way to run a two-person sandwich summit — you get to have twice as many opinions and only half the regret.

The Sponziello (#05)

This is the Italian, and it does not tiptoe. Smoking Goose capicola, soppresata, mortadella, provolone — that's a serious stack before you even get to the supporting cast. Then lettuce, onion, pepper relish, DB aioli, oil and vin. It's the kind of sub where every bite argues with the last one and they're both right. The pepper relish is the thing that puts it over — it keeps the whole operation from getting too rich and self-satisfied, which, given that lineup, it had every right to be.

Rating: 4.5 loaves. Would've been a full 5 but I'm saving that for a sandwich that changes my life, and I want there to be somewhere to go.

The Timmy Ray (#04)

Twenty-four-hour Black Angus roast beef, giardiniera, DB aioli, Rosi's hot oil, sub roll. Here's the whole ballgame: Rosi's hot oil. That's the move. You've got beef this tender you could probably settle an argument with it, and then the giardiniera and the hot oil come in hot — literally — and start a fight in the best possible way. It's got heat, it's got crunch, it's got that slow build where you don't realize how deep you are until you're three bites in and fully committed. This is a sandwich with a point of view.

Rating: 4.5 loaves. A genuinely tough call between the two. I keep going back and forth. This might be a "ask me again tomorrow" situation.

The business portion

The actual one-on-one happened somewhere between the first bite of the Sponziello and the last of the Timmy Ray, which is exactly how these are supposed to go. We covered a lot of ground — the kind of range you only get when nobody's watching a clock and there's food in front of you.

We talked scale. We talked about the health of the team, honestly and without flinching. General state of the work. But where we really parked for a while was relationship management — the connective tissue between our clients and our team, how we keep that healthy, where it strains, where it hums. That's the stuff that doesn't fit neatly in a status update but ends up mattering more than any of it.

And then we let it wander, the way these are supposed to. Life. Family — kids, the wife, all of it. Finances. The economy. You name it, it came up. That's the whole point of doing this over a sandwich instead of a spreadsheet: the good conversation lives in the margins, and if you don't leave room for the margins, you miss it.

Bottom line

Danny Boy is a strong open. Confident, generous, doesn't waste your time. If the point of this whole thing is to sit down with a good sandwich and a good person and actually talk, then Stop 01 did precisely what it was supposed to do.

On to Stop 02. Bring an appetite and a napkin — I usually end up wearing more of these than I eat.

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