September 28, 2009
Nonna’s Kitchen is located in a small strip mall at 828 East Morehead Street, near the corner of Oriole Avenue, a few feet short of McDowell Street.
Nonna’s Kitchen is located in a small strip mall at 828 East Morehead Street, near the corner of Oriole Avenue, a few feet short of McDowell Street.
Well, today one of my bad habits took over. I never had breakfast and waited until I was seriously hungry to have lunch (at about 1:30). When I reach that point, I usually have trouble deciding what to eat and where to go and my tendency is to ignore my usual, enjoyable lunch spots. This led me to Nonna’s Kitchen for only the second time.
I first found Nonna’s Kitchen about 6 or 8 months ago when some catered food showed up at the office and everyone was moaning and groaning while eating. As I was about to meet my wife for lunch, I quickly grabbed a small piece of a sandwich and headed down the elevator. Without much thought I popped the mini sandwich in my mouth and as I chewed while walking to the car I noticed that the bread had some nice texture and found the flavors of mozzarella cheese and roasted red peppers to be pleasing.
The next day I hit Google and found the location, which was only a few minutes from my office. There was a sign at the entrance way describing Nonna’s Kitchen as an Italian Deli and my mouth began to water. As I opened the door disappointment started to set in with the sight of a few sparsely stocked shelves. There were some obscure Italian products and loose bottles of wine. Still, I walked up to the counter, surveyed the menu and ordered an old favorite; something they called the Tuscano Panini. It was to be Parma Prosciutto, fresh mozzarella cheese, basil and fresh tomato in a grilled Panini. Parma Prosciutto is such a favorite in my house that I buy it whole from an importer in Philly. I even own a commercial slicing machine just so I can get each slice it to the proper tissue paper thin consistency. It was after the lunch crowd and no one else was in the shop, yet it took almost 15 minutes for the sandwich to be made. Once packaged, I snatched the Panini out of the young woman’s hand and ran over to one of their cafĂ© style tables, unwrapped the food and in my best ‘prison cafeteria form’ readied to attack the sandwich. It only took one look for disappointment to set in. This sandwich wasn’t a Panini; it wasn’t flat and olive oily toasted with cheese oozing out the sides. It was thick Focaccia which had been lightly toasted in some form of sandwich press. I talked myself past this detail and took a bite. Now I needed to control myself as anger was setting in. First of all, the Prosciutto was thick. Much too thick and it definitely wasn’t Parma Prosciutto. I felt as if I was misled. The Italian boy from the Bronx was once again disappointed with the food in Charlotte.
So here it is 6 or 8 months later and I’m hungry, but I don’t want anything; so off I go to give Nonna’s Kitchen another shot. I walk in and the shelves have even less stock than my last visit. The Bindi desert freezer has only 4 items in it. Not 4 different styles of desert, just 4 items in this large freezer. I have passed the point of no return and vow to eat lunch here. After reading the menu for a few minutes, I decide on the Chicken Cordon Bleu Panini; yes, Panini. As I order the sandwich, the gentleman behind the counter recommends I put mayo on as that sandwich tends to be dry. My right eye twitches, but I decide I should listen and off he goes to make my “Panini”. I’m the only customer in the shop and it takes him 15 minutes. This time I decide to take lunch back to the office with a small side of potato salad (included) and San Pelligrino Orange drink. I ask for a menu to take with me at which point I am informed that they are “overhauling” the menu. There will be less sandwiches and the addition of pizza and pasta as they are awaiting their new pizza oven. I now feel the lightening brewing in the dark raincloud in my mind.
As I drive back to the office I remind myself to have an open mind and an enjoyable lunch. Once back at my desk, I unpack and start off by examining the “Panini”. Instantly I remember my last visit as I see it is another toasted focaccia rather than a panini. But I keep my smile on and investigate the rest of the sandwich. Ah, sliced, grilled chicken with a few slices of ham folded on top and a large slice of Swiss cheese slightly wilted just underneath the sandwich top. Seeing the one slice of cheese I now understand the mayo recommendation. Undaunted, I pick up half, open wide and take a bite. Not bad. Nice bread. A little dry. But it isn’t a Panini and it isn’t worth just under $ 9.00. Hey, they gave me potato salad; let’s give that a try. A mayo based Russet potato salad with a very distinct ‘lemon flavor’. I take another forkful and my lips pucker at the taste. Either the mayo has turned or someone spilled lemon juice into the salad. A second disappointing visit and my wallet is lighter $ 11.17.
But wait, they are going away from sandwiches and more towards pizza and pasta. Nah, I don’t think so. After all, I have a wood burning Tuscan pizza oven at home, so I don’t think I want to see what they call pizza. As for quick pasta at lunch; I’ll stick with Noodles and Company.
Recommendation: Not Really