Something new has eclipsed my favorite Buon Giorno sandwich, the North Beach.
Yes, it is ....... the South Beach!
What's different?
While the North Beach is on French Bread with turkey, bacon, fontina, romaine, tomato and aioli, the South Beach is on ciabatta with turkey, ham, bacon, fontina, romaine, tomato and aioli.
And I thought you couldn't top the deliciousness of the North Beach. Well, you can.
Try it if you are in the neighborhood!
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Best Pork Sandwich?
Beth is out of town this week—she and our friend Ben are on their epic bicycle tour of Wisconsin, AKA “the ride for beer.”
So, I figured I would settle into doing what I usually do when I’m single for the week—eat take-out junk food and watch tv. (I finished Harry Potter already.)
Yes, I know that it may seem like that’s all I do from reading my blog, but it’s not, I swear!
When I drive home from the gym, I often pass a drive-in place called Porky’s. This is the kind of place where classic car people gather on Friday nights and ogle each other’s chrome plated engines while eating cheeseburgers. It is also the place that proclaims from a large sign in front to have the Twin Cities’ best pork sandwich.
You can imagine that I have been intrigued.
I have managed to resist all of these years since Beth is not really a pork sandwich fan and I can’t really come home with a sammie for myself and no dinner for Bethy, can I? Also, it feels super duper naughty to pick up a pile of cholesterol on your way home from a workout, doesn’t it? At least from the half-assed workouts I engage in these days.
So here’s how it went down:
I pulled up to the drive in speaker and commenced the following exchange:
Speaker: wahwahwahscrhehcnewahwa
Me: silence (was that “just a moment?”)
Speaker: wahshcehrwahshrcherwah?
Me: I’d like a pork cutlet sandwich with fries and coleslaw, please.
Speaker: schewahwahcrrshwah?
Me: (thinking I’d been asked if I wanted anything else) No, that’s all.
Speaker: whashcrwahscherchchcwashnine
Me: Thanks!
I pull forward, ready pay some amount ending in nine. The woman at the window is frazzled and not much more intelligible. I pay her, pull forward, and get my food. At the next red light, I peek at the sandwich (after jamming a few lava hot French fries down my gullet) and it’s a breaded pork cutlet, between two pieces of white toast. There’s an onion ring on top. That’s it. No condiments? Does “schewahwahcrrshwah?” actually mean, “would you like anything on your sandwich?” Do they always serve them dry?
I waited to try it until I got home (no camera in the car, the lengths I go to for my public!).
Best Pork Sandwich? I don’t know. The cutlet WAS lovely. Tender and juicy with good seasonings in the crispy breading. But totally boring on plain white bread! I added some mayonnaise and lettuce and it was pretty good. Until I find out if they serve it any other way I will have to reserve judgement. The French fries were fantastic, though.
So, I figured I would settle into doing what I usually do when I’m single for the week—eat take-out junk food and watch tv. (I finished Harry Potter already.)
Yes, I know that it may seem like that’s all I do from reading my blog, but it’s not, I swear!
When I drive home from the gym, I often pass a drive-in place called Porky’s. This is the kind of place where classic car people gather on Friday nights and ogle each other’s chrome plated engines while eating cheeseburgers. It is also the place that proclaims from a large sign in front to have the Twin Cities’ best pork sandwich.
You can imagine that I have been intrigued.
I have managed to resist all of these years since Beth is not really a pork sandwich fan and I can’t really come home with a sammie for myself and no dinner for Bethy, can I? Also, it feels super duper naughty to pick up a pile of cholesterol on your way home from a workout, doesn’t it? At least from the half-assed workouts I engage in these days.
So here’s how it went down:
I pulled up to the drive in speaker and commenced the following exchange:
Speaker: wahwahwahscrhehcnewahwa
Me: silence (was that “just a moment?”)
Speaker: wahshcehrwahshrcherwah?
Me: I’d like a pork cutlet sandwich with fries and coleslaw, please.
Speaker: schewahwahcrrshwah?
Me: (thinking I’d been asked if I wanted anything else) No, that’s all.
Speaker: whashcrwahscherchchcwashnine
Me: Thanks!
I pull forward, ready pay some amount ending in nine. The woman at the window is frazzled and not much more intelligible. I pay her, pull forward, and get my food. At the next red light, I peek at the sandwich (after jamming a few lava hot French fries down my gullet) and it’s a breaded pork cutlet, between two pieces of white toast. There’s an onion ring on top. That’s it. No condiments? Does “schewahwahcrrshwah?” actually mean, “would you like anything on your sandwich?” Do they always serve them dry?
I waited to try it until I got home (no camera in the car, the lengths I go to for my public!).
Best Pork Sandwich? I don’t know. The cutlet WAS lovely. Tender and juicy with good seasonings in the crispy breading. But totally boring on plain white bread! I added some mayonnaise and lettuce and it was pretty good. Until I find out if they serve it any other way I will have to reserve judgement. The French fries were fantastic, though.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Busy...
I got my copy of Harry Potter on Saturday (even though I opted for the free shipping from Amazon. Whoopee!)
I've been trying to be a good girlfriend and pay some attention to Beth during all of this. Which means I haven't finished yet.
So no new sandwich entries until I get the HP monkey off my back.
Gestalt! (That's for "anonymous," Ethan.)
I've been trying to be a good girlfriend and pay some attention to Beth during all of this. Which means I haven't finished yet.
So no new sandwich entries until I get the HP monkey off my back.
Gestalt! (That's for "anonymous," Ethan.)
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Recent Sandwiches of Note
Beth and I just got back from a two week tour of South Dakota, Wyoming, Montana and Idaho. In short, we had a blast, got to see my aunt in Hamilton, MT, and spent lots of time geyser gazing (but not Geyser Gazing) at Yellowstone.
We didn't have too many memorable sandwiches along the way, but I have two of note.
I know, that's not a sandwich! Rather it's a lovely city park in Sheridan, WY where we ate sandwiches I made in the car from Everett's sliced roast beef, dill havarti, and Trader Joe's ciabatta rolls. That's it. I made them while Beth was driving, then we decided to drive around Sheridan to find a park where we could picnic and stretch our legs. By the time we had located said park, they had been sitting on the sunny dashboard for about 20 minutes. Which was perfect. Mmmm..the cheese had softened up, the meat had lost its chill from the cooler and the ciabatta was the perfect container to get all that melty goodness to our mouths. Try it. Better than cooking a brisket on the exhaust manifold!
Once we got to Hamilton, I tracked down the BACK DOOR DELI! That's the birthplace of my sandwich love! And it's still there! Beth and managed to swing by one afternoon before it closed. I didn't want to jinx my memory of the perfect pastrami sandwich so we ordered the Bacado instead.
That's freshly microwaved bacon, swiss cheese, avocado, lettuce, tomato and mayonnaise on a wheat sub roll. Pretty close to perfect, if you ask me. It was fantastic--one of those sandwiches where the whole is greater than the sum of the parts. Gestalt!
We didn't have too many memorable sandwiches along the way, but I have two of note.
I know, that's not a sandwich! Rather it's a lovely city park in Sheridan, WY where we ate sandwiches I made in the car from Everett's sliced roast beef, dill havarti, and Trader Joe's ciabatta rolls. That's it. I made them while Beth was driving, then we decided to drive around Sheridan to find a park where we could picnic and stretch our legs. By the time we had located said park, they had been sitting on the sunny dashboard for about 20 minutes. Which was perfect. Mmmm..the cheese had softened up, the meat had lost its chill from the cooler and the ciabatta was the perfect container to get all that melty goodness to our mouths. Try it. Better than cooking a brisket on the exhaust manifold!
Once we got to Hamilton, I tracked down the BACK DOOR DELI! That's the birthplace of my sandwich love! And it's still there! Beth and managed to swing by one afternoon before it closed. I didn't want to jinx my memory of the perfect pastrami sandwich so we ordered the Bacado instead.
That's freshly microwaved bacon, swiss cheese, avocado, lettuce, tomato and mayonnaise on a wheat sub roll. Pretty close to perfect, if you ask me. It was fantastic--one of those sandwiches where the whole is greater than the sum of the parts. Gestalt!
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Introducing Sandwich Lunch Club!
My friend Karen took me to a fantastic sandwich place yesterday. We convened what could become the Sandwich Lunch Club. Kate(back from Israel, yay!), Karen(of course), Ethan(he of great sandwich exactitude), Kristi and I took off for the fabulous Signal Hills Mall in West St. Paul at lunchtime. Yes, the old Signal Hills Mall has a great sandwich place. I didn't believe it at first either. It was great to get out of the museum for a change, now that Pompeii is open and the frantic work pace has slowed a tad.
So here's the place--it has a few names, as you can see. Kallyste Chocolates, The Real Cafe, maybe some more. It is run by a French guy who wanted to get fantastic flavor combinations out to the people in a convenient package, i.e. sandwiches! He sells fudge, chocolates, and ice cream as well as salads, crepes, and dinner entrees.
There's the background. Now here's the sandwiches. There's a HUGE list of hot and cold sandwiches. There are lots of interesting combinations of fruits, veggies, meats, cheeses. It took us ages to choose!
Kristi had the Parisien (left): It calls for a couple kinds of cheese, butter, sour cream and ham. Since she's a vegetarian, she asked him to skip the ham. He offered to put some veggies in instead and she let him choose. Good choice! He added avocado and red onions. Yum! I had the monthly special (as yet unnamed, on the right) Chicken, fresh mozzarella, pear, and chocolate sauce. Insane! The cheese was just salty enough to play off the pear and the chocolate was genius.
Kate had the cheese sandwich, which included feta and swiss among other cheeses and had garlic and lettuce.
Ethan chose the Exotic: Turkey, spinach, mango, and swiss cheese.
Karen's sandwich (I can't remember the name!) had mandarin oranges, shrimp and goat cheese.
Ethan and Karen also had pear smoothies and I had some great iced tea.
Wow--I need to go back, of course, and eat more unique gourmet sandwiches. You should go, too. Check it out! He's looking for a place in Woodbury that will be more visible.
Speaking of visibility, Beth and I will be heading out for a driving vacation in Montana and Wyoming for the next couple weeks. I'll be back online in mid-July with sandwich updates. Maybe I'll revisit my seminal pastrami sandwich place in Hamilton, MT if it's still there!
So here's the place--it has a few names, as you can see. Kallyste Chocolates, The Real Cafe, maybe some more. It is run by a French guy who wanted to get fantastic flavor combinations out to the people in a convenient package, i.e. sandwiches! He sells fudge, chocolates, and ice cream as well as salads, crepes, and dinner entrees.
There's the background. Now here's the sandwiches. There's a HUGE list of hot and cold sandwiches. There are lots of interesting combinations of fruits, veggies, meats, cheeses. It took us ages to choose!
Kristi had the Parisien (left): It calls for a couple kinds of cheese, butter, sour cream and ham. Since she's a vegetarian, she asked him to skip the ham. He offered to put some veggies in instead and she let him choose. Good choice! He added avocado and red onions. Yum! I had the monthly special (as yet unnamed, on the right) Chicken, fresh mozzarella, pear, and chocolate sauce. Insane! The cheese was just salty enough to play off the pear and the chocolate was genius.
Kate had the cheese sandwich, which included feta and swiss among other cheeses and had garlic and lettuce.
Ethan chose the Exotic: Turkey, spinach, mango, and swiss cheese.
Karen's sandwich (I can't remember the name!) had mandarin oranges, shrimp and goat cheese.
Ethan and Karen also had pear smoothies and I had some great iced tea.
Wow--I need to go back, of course, and eat more unique gourmet sandwiches. You should go, too. Check it out! He's looking for a place in Woodbury that will be more visible.
Speaking of visibility, Beth and I will be heading out for a driving vacation in Montana and Wyoming for the next couple weeks. I'll be back online in mid-July with sandwich updates. Maybe I'll revisit my seminal pastrami sandwich place in Hamilton, MT if it's still there!
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Philly cheese steak--sort of..
It was so exciting to finally have Jane over for a Sandwich Night. We chose Philly Cheese Steaks and we made sandwiches that featured beef, onions, cheese and bread. I think if I called them Philly Cheese Steaks to a less forgiving Philadelphian than Karen, I might get smacked. But here's what we did: I thawed out the leftover roast beef from Italian Beef sandwiches and sliced it thin and heated the slices up in the pan juices (which we froze with the roast). I grilled onions on a flat griddle (perhaps the most authentic part of the sandwich!). Then we melted cheese on top of the onions (provolone and mozzarella--not cheez whiz. Jane even slipped some goat cheese on hers!)
I got supermarket french bread, which wasn't my first choice but it worked okay. We assembled them by pouring pan juices on the bread, then meat, then the onions and cheese.
The verdict--delicious! Who cares how authentic they are, if they taste good, right?
And we couldn't let Jane escape bad tv, so we made her watch America's Got Talent. The verdict--America does indeed have talent. And David Hasselhoff is a boozebag.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Philly Cheese Steak!
We're planning a sandwich night for my friend Jane Tuesday night. (She always used law school and working for a state senator as an excuse not to come over on a regularly sandwich night. Silly.)
As the guest of honor, I asked her to choose a sandwich of her liking for us to tackle. So, cheese steak it is!
I've been doing a little research (ok,I had lunch with Karen and pressed her for details) I'm going to use roast beef, sliced thin, then grilled onions and provolone cheese. So not a classic Philly cheese steak, but Karen gave me her blessing as a former Philadelphian to pursue this rather unusual route. I'm sorry, but I like real cheese better than cheeeez. And I have half a roast beef in the freezer. So there.
Look for an update on cheesy meatiness later this week!
As the guest of honor, I asked her to choose a sandwich of her liking for us to tackle. So, cheese steak it is!
I've been doing a little research (ok,I had lunch with Karen and pressed her for details) I'm going to use roast beef, sliced thin, then grilled onions and provolone cheese. So not a classic Philly cheese steak, but Karen gave me her blessing as a former Philadelphian to pursue this rather unusual route. I'm sorry, but I like real cheese better than cheeeez. And I have half a roast beef in the freezer. So there.
Look for an update on cheesy meatiness later this week!
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