The magazine had me up to Baltimore for the cover – with Scott Suchman behind the camera – at Petit Louis Bistro – Hotcha! – but, alas, not for the Smoked Salmon BLT at Neopol Savory Smokery.
Holy smokes, I gotta get over there for a BEE ELL TEE, and pronto. Thank the lord of the sandwichdance, there is a Neopol at Union Market in DC.
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The heart of Pecking Order, as announced a while back, is chicken marinated in Subido’s mom’s marinade (including soy sauce, sugar, garlic and vinegar), which you can order grilled, roasted or fried. Sides will include “Saucy Tots” which she describes as “a Filipino poutine” with tomato gravy over housemade tater tots, garlic rice, adobo-stuffed rice puffs, or housemade (by Mama Subido) pickles.” YES PLEASE.
To that signature lineup she’s now added a selection of sandwiches on pandesal bread, the primary bread of the Philippines, similar to Mexican bolillo rolls, with fillings such as chicken, housemade pate, pickles and fried egg. And she’s planning salads with brightly-flavored ingredients like mango, jicama, and calamansi (a Filipino citrus) dressing. There will be Halo Halo, the traditional fresh fruit and shaved ice dessert. Read on here. UH HUH.
Though the store is closing, the Pecking Order brand will now focus more on catering, pop-up dinners, special events and farmer’s markets, including the Low-Line Market outside the Southport Brown Line station every Thursday, and The Nosh, a lunch market Downtown every Thursday and Friday, where Pecking Order will appear every other Thursday. Read more here. OH NO.
WHAT GAWKER SAYS
Stuff like this:
Man vs. Food Host’s New Show on Hold After He Called Woman a “C**t”
Adam Richman, a man who eats sandwiches professionally, was scheduled to eat some other things professionally today as part of a new show called Man Finds Food. That’s no longer going to happen, because the Man vs. Food host started an Instagram flame war that culminated in his calling a woman a “c**t.”
AND THIS
GAWKER’S SANDWICH PECKING ORDER
55. Elvis 26. Veal parm
54. Fat Darrell 25. Fried chicken
53. St. Paul sandwich 24. Lampredotto
52. Chow mein sandwich 23. Primanti Bros.
51. Tuna salad 22. The Gatsby
50. Roast beef 21. Caprese
49. Fluffernutter 20. Bacon, egg & cheese
48. Italian beef 19. Oyster po’ boy
47. Eggplant parm 18. Ice cream
46. Beef on weck 17. Peanut butter & jelly
45. Horseshoe 16. Cuban
44. Tuna melt 15. Shrimp po’ boy
43. Cheese 14. Club
42. Hot Brown 13. Pulled pork
41. Sloppy Joe 12. Kokoreç
40. Chip butty 11. The Dennis
39. Chicken salad 10. Cheesesteak
38. Ham 9. Chicken parm
37. Croque-monsieur 8. BLT
36. Croque-madame 7. Bánh mi
35. Turkey 6. Muffaletta
34. French Dip 5. Pilgrim
33. Corned beef 4. Porchetta
32. Steak 3. Lobster roll
31. Patty melt 2. Grilled cheese
30. Pastrami 1. Italian hoagie
29. Reuben
28. Egg salad
27. Bologna
WHAT I SAY
HEY WHAT ABOUT
Fried Brain, Mother-in-Law, New Jersey Sloppy Joe, Felafel, Meatball, Breaded Pork Tenderloin, Grouper Dog, Peanut Butter and Banana, Gyro, Pork Roll, Spiedies, Tomato Sandwich and Souvlaki
???
My Pecking Order
1. Reuben, Hot Brown, French Dip, Cuban, Breaded Pork Tenderloin, New Jersey Sloppy Joe, Cheesesteak, Banh Mi, Italian Hoagie, Beef on Weck, Fried Perch, Grilled Cheese, BLT, Corned Beef with Cole Slaw and Russian Dressing, Primanti Bros, The Gatsby, Meatball, Egg Salad, Croque Monsieur and Madame, Porchetta, Lobster Roll, Muffaletta and Poor Boy.
2. Everything else.
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Where did the summer go? Ours went to Asheville, Greece, the Zuni Mountains, Martha’s Vineyard. A wonderful, wanderful couple months. While we didn’t stay home much, the computer did – a spectacular formula for vacationing, not so much for the Lunch Encounter. Neglected. Sad. I feel bad about it.
The formica carries a coating of dust, the fryer is cold and the walk-in bare. Time to get those purveyors on the horn, fire up the grill and yank the chain on the OPEN sign. Let’s sand wich it, shall we.
A sandwich is a collaboration, of course, and we all know the beauty of sums and parts. Four is the magic number – bacon, lettuce, tomato, bread. Begin at the beginning – bread, use a loving touch, many hands and all that.
We had many hands and the eating was splendid over the long (but not long enough) weekend of July 4th. Warmed up with fried chicken, potato salad and cole slaw – not to mention the hours and days of foraging for the proper ingredients (thank you, Extra-Steps Kay, for the whipcracking), and swung into BLTmania with absolute ease.
Begin at the beginning. The vehicle. The bread. The boys knew what to do, I’ll betcha.
All you need is bread…provided it’s been toasted and smeared, while warm, with mayonnaise. Mayonnaise haters will not be tolerated. So good when it melts into the toast.
This is how it’s done. Everyone knows.
Not my idea, but the foraging was epic. An island safari in search of THE bread, THE mayonnaise, THE tomatoes, THE bacon. Thank god I did not burn the bacon as I would have been dropped at the ferry pronto.
The thing is, and any true maniac can tell you, once you are nuts for something, anything, you’ll down it with gusto, superlative or not. A BLT…well…puffy white bread, sweet salad dressing, ho hum tomatoes, greasy-ass bacon? Even at it’s worst it’s still the best.
The same can be said for you-know-who. Yeah, that’s right, anybody I love. Even at their worst, they are the best. Tell you what, at my worst I am the worst. Praying to Demeter, goddess of bread, that I compensate with sandwiches.
It was a fab four days over the fab Fourth. It’s good to know, now and again, that I too can cook. Thank you, Barbara, Bruce, Jeff, Kay and dogs, dogs, dogs for feeding my heart and my mania. Boom, boom, boom.
As the earth of 2012 makes its final revolution I’m sighing with relief and simultaneously begging for more. May 2013 bring deeper, richer and lighter-on-the-toes enjoyment of every sandwich to everyone.
Much love from Midnight Snack
Ode to Pork by Kevin Young
I wouldn’t be here
without you. Without you
I’d be umpteen
pounds lighter & a lot
less alive. You stuck
round my ribs even
when I treated you like a dog
dirty, I dare not eat.
I know you’re the blues
because loving you
may kill me—but still you
rock me down slow
as hamhocks on the stove.
Anyway you come
fried, cued, burnt
to within one inch
of your life I love. Babe.
I revere your every nickname—bacon, chitlin,
cracklin, sin.
Some call you murder,
shame’s stepsister—
then dress you up
& declare you white
& healthy, but you always
come back, sauced, to me.
Adam himself gave up
a rib to see yours
piled pink beside him.
Your heaven is the only one
worth wanting—
you keep me all night
cursing your four-
letter name, the next
begging for you again.
I have been set straight. Thank Saint Earl-of-Wich I lived long enough to see improvements on these essential quotidian tasks.
Other things I am doing wrong:
1. Putting on nylon stockings. My mother always put on a pair of white cotton gloves before slipping her foot into a stocking and shimmying it up her leg. I don’t have any white cotton gloves.
2. Um…gee….
That’s it. We must be perfect around here. Please don’t poke any holes in our delusion. That would just be wrong.
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