My yearlong fixation on The Sandwich helped me better understand my own city—the way it evolves and grows and changes but still carries its history with it, in the people and the food that sticks around. Every time I visit Mama Louisa’s, I’m reminded of the reason Charlie Punzone started selling sandwiches in the first place. I usually see a truck from Brooklyn 9, the sanitation garage nearby, parked outside. Its workers are inside picking up food, like they were 70 years ago.
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