This was a real revelation.
Moist, homemade meatloaf that boasted a hint of black pepper smothered with melted jack, carmelized onions, roasted sweet red pepers and a to-die-for Chipotle mayo, all piled him on a bun sturdy enough to hold the sandwich's massive innards yet soft enough to chew. The sandwich was pressed, yet not soggy at all, even after I lugged it back to the office.
At $8.50, the price was a bit high for a true Chow-ish sandwich, but it was huge and could easily be split.
To think that I would missed this in favor of a Charcerero if I had remembered to hit the bank machine ...