On Saturday, I died and went to heaven. Since now I'm all-seeing, you can trust me when I say that the No. 246 Porchetta Sandwich that sent me to the hereafter just may be the best sandwich in Atlanta.
Crusty bread? Check. Succulent, crispy porchetta? Oh hell yes. Roasting jus to dip it in? Oh lordy! This sandwich is the bee's knees. It's full of rich flavors and a balance of textures. And did I mention perfect little garlicky fries? It's a make a mess down to your elbows kind of meal, and with the paroxysms of delight you're certain to experience while eating it, it may just kill you. But you'll die happy, and that's all we can ask for in life, right?