Boston Sub is perfect for a late night snack, maybe even a sneaky bevvy before jumping on the train/tram or if you’re rich an uber and heading home. There’s more than meets the eye here, this shop has a little secret.
Walk through the cool room door to find a Tiki-inspired bar that feels very similar to somebody’s backyard. Bartenders whip up copious amounts of cocktails, some even served in Tiki mugs. And plenty of other drinks if you’re not willing to pay an arm and a leg for a cocktail. Side note, where do they keep the ingredients if the cool room isn’t an actual cool room?
It’s my go-to place for out of towners, instant street cred. Especially to those who have never seen a proper bar let alone a secret bar.
Although I’ve been here a dozen times, I’ve never tried the food. Until now, this is drunk person or inner fat kid food. If you’re a prissy princess who can’t handle a bit meat, bread, grease, cheese, and fries then don’t come here for the food.
The menu is made up of subs and fries. Options for the subs are beef, pork, lamb, German sausage or roasted veg. Don’t worry vegos they haven’t forgotten about you.
I ordered The Ali – braised beef, smokey sauce and red cabbage, The Nelson – pulled pork with apple and celeriac remoulade and some classic poutine.
The buns were hands down the best part, so soft and rich yet stable enough to hold all the fillings. Wherever you’re getting those buns from, hook a sister up.
The beef was cooked perfectly, still moist and fell apart. Paired with a little bit a smokey bbq sauce and some crunchy cabbage. Really simple, really satisfying.
The pulled pork was a little on the drier side and lacked some flavour. I thought it came with crackling but I’m guessing that has to be ordered as an extra.
Chips, gravy, cheese. You already know it was amazing, the fries were crispy, gravy was super rich and melted cheese, UGHHHH. Cheese curds, on the other hand, I don’t really understand them? They had no real flavour and were more like a stringy, chewy texture.
If you want to impress all your friends and look like the cool guy (or girl for those fems) and don’t mind stuffing your body with delicious greasy processed food then go to Boston Sub.