And I am of the opinion that there is no more critical element to a sandwich than its wrapper. Maybe it comes from my German grandmother baking bread from scratch every week or maybe I just love carbs, but whatever the case may be, bread is, at least for me, invariably the key to a great sandwich.
In this city, the most recognized sandwich is the Antone's Original, that brilliant mix of New Orleans po' boy and Italian sub. And the bread it comes on is a po' boy roll from Royal Bakery (1841 Fairview).
If you haven't heard of it, don't feel bad. It doesn't have a website. You can barely find reference to it online. But it has been the container for one of Houston's most beloved hoagies for quite a long time.
Here's the best part: They are open to the public.
On a recent Saturday, my wife and I poked our heads into the non-descript white brick building about half and hour before they closed. The place smelled like I imagine heaven smells, warm and savory. Racks and racks of bread were being rolled around by busy workers, mostly too busy to even pay attention to the few people who came in bleary eyed looking for bread.
One gentleman asked what we wanted and I pointed to the pile of yard-long po' boy rolls stacked up on a nearby counter. If I could have made them into a mattress to sleep on that night, by God I would have. He asked how many and I decided four would be enough for experimenting. I glanced at the small cash register (they don't take cards) and it said "65 cents." That was it for a three-foot hoagie roll.
I started with shrimp po' boys complete with shredded lettuce, thinly sliced tomatoes and a homemade remoulade. I almost never fry anything, but this was completely worth it. And, just as I suspected, the bread was absolutely perfect. My wife, who finds my obsessive love of sandwiches excessive said, "It really is the perfect bread for this."
I then tried to replicate the Antone's Turkey and Swiss, with mayo, and sweet and spicy pickles. It was absolutely spot on.
Admittedly, Antone's ingredients in the cold cut sandwiches are undoubtedly better than I procured on relatively short notice, but it came damn close.
All these exercises served to prove (besides the fact I need to take on more of the cardiovascular form of exercise as soon as possible) that Royal Bakery is indeed special. And you an go there, and get the "unofficial bread of Houston" for 65 freaking cents. Hashtag blessed.