What up, party people. Happy Thursday to YOU! As easy as it is to get lost in my day to day, I try to remember to balance out my bougie bites with my tried and true favorites for this blog. So alas, here is one that I actually remembered to document for this exact purpose. Enter The Italian Store (3123 Lee Highway, Arlington VA).
I had heard MUCHO about this place as far back as my times as a collegiate youth– bright eyed, bushy tailed and eager to conquer the world. But, woe is me, I never had a vehicle to get me there, nor the attention span (slash funds) to work a Zipcar. Suddenly, one afternoon, in my post-barre3 haggard and hungry state, out of the woodwork, my friend Noelle mentioned she had grabbed sandwiches from there on the way out of town. I thought to myself, “Self. I now have a car. Self. I would like to try this place.” BOOM, shaka laka! An idea was reborn.
Since that fateful day many many moons ago, the Italian Store has become a staple to the ever-growing food wardrobe, like a well-worn black blazer or a leather jacket (or if you’re gym-ratchet like me, my lululemon wunderunders. God, I live a #blessed life). At a point in my life where there are so many fantastic food options in and around my body, I’m probably not going to eat a sandwich unless I know it’s going to be a really good one. So, when I find myself a-jones-ing, this is IT. Nestled in a strip mall off Lee Highway, you’ll find this hidden gem of a place. Sandwiches, pizza, and snacks await you, as does a well-curated selection of artisanal, local and Italian eats and treats.
How does one make a sandwich beautiful for a glamour shot (also while trying so hard to exhibit restraint towards devouring it)? The world will never know. But check out that beauty above. It’s The Capri – an Italian “Philadelphia-style” sub featuring proscuitto, Genoa salami, provolone cheese and spiced capacola ham. Boo-yeah, son! I usually get the small size on a soft Italian roll, but you should definitely do you and find whatever your little heart fancies, ’cause you can’t go wrong.
The BF is probably sick of us going here, but only exclusively because each time I buy a big ol’ sleeve of these fantastic little guys and just eat and eat and eat to my heart’s content like the baby whale that I am. Berger’s Cookies, fudge creams to be exact, have been a weakness of mine since some blessed parent started bringing them to the GW tent at all our college regattas and duel races. They’re extra thick, super rich and highly addictive, and I’ll never stop loving them!
If you’re down for a foodventure and a scenic drive along the George Washington Parkway (I recommend going ASAP ’cause the fall eaves are a beauty right now), make your way to the Italian Store to satiate all your sandwich-loving cravings. Actually, for your pizza cravings too because I’ve had it and it’s TASTY. For cheap, quality eats that are worth your dollar, I absolutely love it. Get after it this weekend, kids!
Pro tip: Plan on bringing these on a picnic (or who am I kidding, your couch) to eat, unless you’re down for sitting at their far and few outdoor tables. Also, don’t be deterred by the line — it moves super fast, and is worth the wait!