i nearly spit out my orange juice when the lovely waitress placed this new orleans staple in front of me. this ‘wich is as big as my face, which is all good and well: a ‘wich needs to be gargantuan to contain the cold layers of capicola, salami, pepperoni, emmentaler, ham, and provolone, as well as a topping of truly pungent marinated olive salad. i had to wield a bowie-sized “bread knife” to make a dent out of the ‘letta, and i still gave up a third of the way through. the (culinary) good times, they kept on rolling and rolling and rolling . . .