Being that I am a big fan of Torrisi and Carbone, it became a moral imperative that I try Parm. Not the one in Brooklyn, unfortunately. The little stand in Yankee Stadium. Now I’m sure that the actual restaurant offers a significant bump in experience, but ideally if you are going to put your name on anything, from a food truck to a concession stand, it should live up to that name. So, yes, I am going to judge Parm by my very myopic sampling.
Now, one might start to presume from my opening that I am about to open a can of whoop ass on Parm, but one might also be wrong.
I must admit, however, when I first saw the sandwich on a burger-style bun I was a bit disappointed. After all, isn’t the hallmark of a parm to be on a long roll? And the fact that the egg parm was served cold was another blasphemous decision according to staunch egg parm tradition. Things were definitely not looking good.
But tasting good was a different matter. Shame on me for ever doubting the prodigal sons, because this parm is parmfection. Bone simple with on point ingredients that don’t hide behind mounds of melted cheese. It’s just magically sautéd eggplant, spicy marina, fresh mozzarella (not melted) and an almost brioche like bun. And together, it’s Wonder Twins activate! Form of a killer egg parm!