A couple of weeks ago, I decided to for-go my favorite Saturday morning spin class, and workout with the weekend boyfriend. He’s one of the only people I know as crazy about the gym as me, so I figured it’d be fun! Well, fun isn’t exactly the word I’d use… more like three hours of a living hell. We did a MEN’S circuit… apparently nowhere near as hard as it should have been, but by the time were finished, I could barely walk. It took my four days… FOUR DAYS, to return to my normal self. Someone at work actually asked why I was limping, and I was tempted to lie because on day three I was feeling a bit pathetic. Needless to say, I have not returned to the gym with him, but I am proud of myself for surviving that day!
As a reward to ourselves, we stopped into Volle Nolle, this wonderful little deli on Hanover Street for sandwiches. Since it’s WB’s (weekend boyfriend) neighborhood, he’d been and knew it was good. I was so hungry I could’ve eaten ten sandwiches, but thought better of that plan and picked the Grilled Chicken sandwich (marinated chicken breast, fresh mozzarella, roasted red peppers, caramelized onions, baby spinach, and basil mayonnaise) on seven grain bread. After we ordered, we waited at the bar by the window, and watched the snow fall and the people walk by outside.
Volle Nolle was adorable, and I loved it without even having tried the food. The customers seemed to be predominantly locals — there were people settled in with newspapers and books, sitting and enjoying the warmth inside on a cold winter day. Everyone who ordered seemed to know exactly what they wanted without looking at the menu, and more than one person strolled in to say hello to the lovely woman behind the counter. The best part was when we got home and busted out the sandwiches, and they were fantastic. My grilled chicken has the perfect balance of ingredients — there wasn’t too much or too little of any one ingredient, and the flavors went together so incredibly well. I still dream of the taste. WB had the pastrami sandwich (with swiss, coleslaw, russian dressing, and mustard on a grilled french roll), and all I can tell you is he says it was “really good.”
Every time I visit the WB I walk by Volle Nolle, and long to go back. I’m thinking a return trip will be necessary real soon. In the meantime, I would suggest you check it out! And if you’ve got an hour to spare, bring a book or a magazine, or a good friend and sit and relish the peaceful interior and delicious food.351 Hanover St