We had an unfortunate and disappointing experience at the much lauded Caseificio Borderi where the combination of typical Italian chaos and favouritism and pandemonium turned the theatre of watching the sandwich making into a too long and frustrating hanging around waiting for our lunch to be prepared. The self-proclaimed artist of sandwich making sliced and chopped fresh vegetables, sprinkled olive oil, split olives, pulled apart the local cheeses and rolled a hunk of meat onto a fresh roll. He waved the aromas toward himself and looked up with a big smile as if expecting an outbreak of applause. It was a performance, good for half an hour of entertainment – we had to wait 90 minutes before we received our sandwiches. In the meantime, tour groups arrived and had photos taken with the entire family who worked there, many cheeks were kissed and samples provided, small glasses of sparkling wine were offered. Friends and neighbours arrived and were allowed the same preferential service while the visitors watched and waited, some patiently and some not. Sometimes the sandwich maker rejected his creation and an assistant chopped it into small pieces and handed it to those waiting in the line. No two sandwiches were the same. The resulting sandwiches were ‘over the top’ with too many ingredients and flavours competing for recognition. They were a feast for gluttons: we had one for our lunch and the other for our dinner. Most of the reviews we read about this place used the phrase ‘the best sandwich ever’, but we disagree. We much preferred the muffalatos we had in New Orleans or the pastrami sandwich at Katz’s Delicatessen in NYC or the roast beef sandwiches also in NYC or the pulled pork sandwiches we feasted on while crossing the southern states in Rudy V in 2013 or the meatball subs at Luigi’s in Lewiston, Maine!