When a guy with three-star Michelin experience is the brains behind an operation, you can bet that
your tires will be in great shape, thanks to the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man's rubbery cousin something as seemingly simple as a turkey sandwich is going to pack a wallop with every bite. For a bevy of shocks between bread slices, get to Morso
Just opened off West B-side by a globetrotting former Bluehour chef and the dudes behind Mio Gelato, Morso's a cozy, sunny, deli-style joint with hand-drawn Italian cityscapes and a seemingly straightforward menu that packs more flavor surprises than infinity White Mystery AirHeads (jk, that's impossible). The under-$10 sammies deliver massive mounds of cured-meat bliss, plus thick slices of imported & fresh cheese, which softens with each bite of the thick-cut, mozz-covered Morso Turkey w/ secret spicy sauce, and tangy Lina's Meatball w/ hot tomato sauce & pickled peppers, so you know that's the one Peter Piper's picking. On the cold-sammie side, there's Dungeness crab and tuna straight outta the Pacific, all of which're nicely complemented by homemade soups, pickled veggies, caprese, and roasted squash, also the second most-popular racket-based game for hippies, after massively stoned badminton.
Morso also pops out Italian-style breakfast bliss on fresh-baked pastries, while the happy hour (which currently features beer and wine, with old-school cocktails on the horizon) is made all the happier with small plates like crostini, meat, and cheese, which're served free with any drink purchase, ensuring your stomach will stay puffed long after you tire of eating.