Heard It On the Clothesline

That Mickey’s packs a mighty sandwich. And wicked cold bronsons to boot. 
 Mickeys       Tavern  redux.      Doesn’t take a mess of kale to eat well   at Mickey’s.  “Goes good with bacon.” That’s what Jerry said about my tofu BLT, when I opted out on the tofu-bacon and in on the pork stuff.  We brought homegrown juicers. Madison    Wisconsin  If Mickey’s is gonna be deck that bread is gonna hafta be hand-torn.   Hipsters? Overrun with hipsters?   Representing! From the world of plants! From the world of animals! Tofu BLT with bacon!  Tassels, yes. I’ll give you that. Tubular tassels. Foxy.

Green Bay, Bay Beach, Butter Burgers, Bay-bee!

She’s a beaut, a corker, a knockout, a lulu, a peach, a pippin.

 Green Bay has all one could need. And more. How many towns can be viewed from the ascent of a wooden coaster? We rode. She’s a beaut, all right. Takes some daring-do too, as does eating a butter burger, or two.

A pool of melted butter will grease your wheels for any dairy state amusement. Slip and slide, you betcha!

The Zippin Pippin is at Bay Beach

Elvis Presley’s favorite coaster, the The Zippin Pippin’s tale is a good one.

As Green Bay knows, Kroll’s has long been touted locally for its butter burgers, broasted chicken and chili. Sure, the prime rib sandwich has been a menu staple and consistent crowd pleaser. But to get picked for a nationally-televised “Best Sandwich in America” showdown — well, that even surprised manager Cheryl Dorner. And she’s worked at Kroll’s for 40 years.

Shameless Self Promotion Number 3500

Click here for words about this project that are crystal clear.

Now and then I am fortunate enough to have a styling gig that is intended to improve the health and well-being of humans. This project was one. Add another master to the layers of masters.

I pledge allegiance to the flag of the united states of industry and to the republic for which it stands that I am a good provider, one person, under pressure to start where I am, use what I have and do what I can, indivisible I swear, with the light at the end of the tunnel being liberty, and justice being attended to as best as possible under the circumstances, for all in my household of two.

Lo and behold, I do. Work for hire I am, with a conscience that aims to be clear. Where can I sign on the dotted line for more of this kind? Work that is meant to lift someone up, hold their hand firmly but not so tight they cannot do their own work, and show them the light at the beginning of the tunnel, so the tunnel is not a tunnel, but instead it grows wider while growing older, and brighter too. Where do I sign for more of this kind?

Control Your Diabetes One Recipe at a Time

Stacks of Chowski at Stachowski’s

Braunschweiger

Roast Beef

Stachowki’s is a brand. That’s a good thing, right? A brand is permanent. Seared into being for the life of the beast. I don’t like changes, particularly when evolution means the disappearance of something lovable. Countless beloved lunch  counters, deli cases, mom and pops, corner stores, spots, joints, greasy spoons have disappeared before my eyes. The holes are all still there, the replacements vapid.

Stachowski’s market is not new by DC trend standards. It opened in the former Griffin Market – a very sweet market – in May or so. In DC new is only new tomorrow. By my standards, Stachowski’s is new. New to me is new until hell freezes over and my red parka with the embroidered flame detail has been worn threadbare.

Pastrami

 Jamie Stachowski’s been cooking in DC for countless years, bless his loves-to-feed-people heart. Handmade, small batch salumi went away in America and now is back, thank goodness. And goodness it is. Bratwurst! Bangers! Kielbasa! May they never become extinct. Not in my lifetime, not in the lifetime of the universe.

Coppa, Mortadella, et al

Turkey Club

Caution: Falling Teeth

Sandwiches rock so hard.

Rock Food – Notify Your Dentist Before Eating!

By George Witham

By Jerry Bones

By Irooshka

Rock sandwich breaks tooth.Tooth chews cheese slice.Cheese slice covers rock sandwich.

Choose Your Destroyer!

 

Thank you to the fine man behind the camera, John Spaulding, for the Rock Alert!

The Proof is in the Macaroni

The Watchung Delicatessen is a thing, thang, thung. They are famous for the Bennie Mac, so I’m told. I told you the mac and cheese sandwich was a thing.

            

            

Here stands the brilliant technique for loading the Bennie Mac. A chicken cutlet is the landing pad.

There’s things and there’s things. Macaroni is amazing, no doubt, and makes one curtsy to the inventiveness of humans. Peaches we have nothing to do with, thank goodness. They are perfect as they are. Possibly particularly in New Jersey.

The Joe, Loosed Upon the World

As reported by Stalwart-Sandwich-Eater LRoy:

The center cannot hold.

As previously reported by Sir James (aka, MMSMINYC – My Main Sandwich Man in NYC): The Milburn Deli, NJ.

The sandwichthe ham joe. Also available in turkey and roast beef.

It’s a “Thing”, Do What You Wanna Do

What’d I tell ya? Mac and cheese sandwiches are not the next thing. They are “the” thing. Now.

Spoke with Eckhart Tolle just yesterday as he, serendipitiously, spooned hot mac and cheese onto a beef on weck. Beef on weck? For real?! For real. Does Mr. Tolle live in Buffalo? you ask. Who knows, dear. He lives in the moment.

Spotted a few blinged out dogs in “Better Homes and Gardens”. Joe Yonan did these recipes. Shame shame, I did not catch site of the photo credit. No hot dog for me!

Smells Like Cheese Spirit

What was that silly book that came out about ten years ago that chronicled serendipity and accorded coincidence with cosmic omniscience? Not that I read it or anything. Had I read it, my disdain would lack the joy associated with ignorance.

At any rate, I’m getting the feeling that macaroni and cheese sandwiches are about to become a “thing”.  Just a hunch.

Sandwich nerds – snerds, you know who you are – you read it here first. Watch this site for further sitings. My radar tells me that a tipping point is upon us – mac and cheese tipping and dripping into, onto and over bread. Mark my werds.


Shameless Self Promotion Number Fahrenheit 180

Grill at will.

This will NOT show up any bigger on this page. Drat. So, to indulge me further, click on the image.

If you stuff all that stuff INSIDE the burger it’s done for, the stuff, once and for all. Brain numbingly simple. Pull up a lawn chair, draw the grill tongs from their holster, crack open an iced one.

These recipes are good. Honestly. That Elie Krieger is a crack.