I grew up on great deli food in metro New York. When making a wedge (what we called sandwich made on a long piece of Italian bread), the deli employee first took the provisions out of the display case, took the wraps off, and cut it on that large funky silver automatic slicer that cut the meat and cheese into thin slices like nothing. Customers watched as the person behind the counter caught the falling meat from the machine making sure they didn’t skimp on the cold-cuts layered gently on the wedge. I have lived in many parts of the North East, Atlanta, and traveled a lot for work. When I ask for a wedge outside of Westchester County I get looks like, where are you from! It took a long time to realize that people called my wedge a sub, grinder, hero, hoagie, Italian, po' boy (New Orleans), zep, torpedo, outside of Westchester.