What you are about to witness is a disgusting abomination of the American sandwich. Utter sacrilege.
Why hasn’t this come SOONER??
I’m too lazy to read the backstory of this place, so I’ll make one up.
I picture some privileged, stoner fratboy just graduating UCLA with a useless degree and mommy throws him some money and a co-signer to a building lease to get him out of her hair.
I wish I was a privileged stoner fratboy.
While this place was absolutely MADE for me, I can’t imagine the female persuasion having much interest in shoving hot dogs, hamburgers and potato salad inside the SAME sandwich. I’m sure I’m wrong, though.
Here’s what separates Fat Sal’s from being an over the top joke:
IT’S SO DAMN GOOD!!
I didn’t expect the crazy flavors to meld so beautifully or the ingredients to be so high quality.
Almost every sandwich has mozzarella sticks and french fries in it. A beautiful and necessary combination.
And they’re not too grotesquely filling, as the bread is mostly hollowed out. It’s really more of a Man Wrap.
Seriously, I fell so hard for this joint, I came back again the same week. I never do that. I was hooked on the madness.
Fat Sal’s would be reason enough to apply to UCLA.
972 Gayley Ave
Los Angeles, CA 90024