The Italian Club, even more powerful than The Godfather, is a versatile sandwich. Some would call it egotistical, but we like to think of it as rightful confidence. Let’s be real — if you had three delectible layers of Capicola ham, Genoa salami, and savory smoked ham blanketed with provolone cheese, how would you act?

The bread’s motto is BFD (that’s Baked Fresh Daily, baby). But the best part — the icing on the cake — is the gourmet Italian dressing. There are no words to do this perfectly seasoned liquid gold justice.

Altogether, The Italian Club could be referred to as a hybrid of sorts — where Little Italy meets Jersey. Together, its ingredients offer a kind of genius that just makes you wanna go “aww yeaaah, Italy yeaaah.”

There’s really only one thing that could feel like an appropriate celebration of a sandwich of this nature… *vigorous fist pumping on the way to order the (Italian) club*