For two-and-a-half decades, sandwich stalwart Sgt. Pepper's made hearts the opposite of lonely, because they always had their atherosclerosis to keep them company. Then it closed in 2008, and people were sad because they couldn't get a Chicken Bomb. But now they're happy once more, since the Sgt. has a grown-up South Miami location with outdoor seating and a dangerously expanded menu.
They'll even bring your sandwich to your table now! So thoughtful.
All footlongs get a tidy half-pound of meat, including The Bronx Bomber with sliced sirloin, Idaho potatoes, and melted Provolone. It's named after a certain Miamian who was a longtime regular at the old joint, and definitely doesn't do steroids /let people shove popcorn in his face on national TV.
The Baller -- roast beef, Muenster, applewood-smoked bacon, and garlic spread on ciabatta -- is named after a local NBA guy who loved the old place. So, maybe Chris Quinn. Actually, definitely Chris Quinn.
They've also brought in a press to work up panini like The Italiano: Genoa salami, spicy pepperoni, roasted red peppers, balsamic vinegar, and Provolone.
All flatbread pizzas are cooked in a wood-burning oven that hits 800 degrees.
Because they're naming stuff after everybody, The Godfather TG4ED flatbread is in honor of a guy who used to order it four times a week. The man who has a pizza loaded with pepperoni, Italian sausage, meatballs, bacon, ham, mushrooms, green peppers, tomato sauce, mozzarella, and Parmesan is never, ever lonely. Or maybe always. Whatever, it's delicious.