From the Archives: A Fried Chicken Sandwich, Pickles, and a Carpenter’s Plane

In the last two weeks of the year, On Sandwiches will be featuring select posts from the archives that you may have missed. We hope that you can forgive us these reruns, as we are hard at work on new, ambitious projects. Today’s selection is a fried chicken sandwich from Flanagan’s Ale House in Louisville, Kentucky.

You can forgive someone who aims high and falls short. It is easy to imagine someone without the means to do their best. But to see someone with such means and opportunity aim so low is truly despicable. The margin between simply being the best of a bad lot and being legitimately good is not so wide, and it is a shame more large-scale establishments do not try harder at crossing.

 

Southern Fried Chicken Sandwich, Flanagan’s Ale House, Baxter Ave, Louisville, KY

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From the Archives: Truffles, Tragedy, and a Sixty Dollar Hamburger

In the last two weeks of the year, On Sandwiches will be featuring select posts from the archives that you may have missed. We hope that you can forgive us these reruns, as we are hard at work on new, ambitious projects. Today’s selection is The Rossini, a Hamburger from Burger Bar at Mandalay Bay:

The opera composer used to tell people that he had only known two moments of true tragedy. The first, he said, was when his mother died. The second was when a truffle roasted chicken fell over the side of a boat, lost forever.

The Rossini, Burger Bar at Mandalay Bay, Las Vegas Blvd, Las Vegas, NV

From the Archives: Los Reyes, Hubris, and a Torta

In the last two weeks of the year, On Sandwiches will be featuring select posts from the archives that you may have missed. We hope that you can forgive us these reruns, as we are hard at work on new, ambitious projects. Today’s selection is a chopped beef torta from Los Reyes de la Torta:

 This was a restaurant founded by two or more individuals with such faith in the quality of their food that from day one they announced themselves as the reigning sandwich sovereigns of Phoenix. This is, to say the least, a bold claim.

Chopped Beef Torta, Los Reyes de la Torta, N 7th St, Phoenix, AZ

From the Archives: Stages Deli, a Turkey Club, America

In the last two weeks of the year, On Sandwiches will be featuring select posts from the archives that you may have missed. We hope that you can forgive us these reruns, as we are hard at work on new, ambitious projects. Today’s selection is a Turkey Club from Stages Deli in New York City:

Almost as tall as the water glass there has to be four solid portions of turkey, more than a half dozen slices of bacon, 3 or 4 slices of tomato, and a fair amount of iceberg lettuce. The toothpick you can barely see is buried to the hilt and still did not touch the bottom third of this sandwich. I thought I understood the motivation. This had to be a sandwich made by someone who believes in Sandwiches, believes in America, believes in God, and moreover that God loves America, that God loves sandwiches, that he would bless such a towering effort.

Turkey Club, Stages Deli, 7th Ave, New York, NY