This place is a sit-down restaurant, for cryin’ out loud. I thought Carrabba’s would at least be upper-tier. Despite serving some of the strongest quality meatballs, this thing was disgusting. No melty cheese to be seen anywhere, instead only a heavy dusting of parmesan cheese that tasted like it came straight out of a packet. Though everybody else in the world seems to know that meatball sandwiches belong on some sort of hoagie or sub roll, Carrabba’s has gone a different direction, instead choosing their focaccia.
I’d be willing to let it slide if it was good focaccia, but this is not that. It’s awful. It absorbs the marinara sauce on this sandwich like a sponge, creating a sandwich wetter than a Jersey Mike’s oil bomb. Don’t be fooled, as I was, by what appears to be a toasty, crispy edge; it’s soft as cotton. As the most expensive sandwich here, this is a nightmare. Skip it.