Broodje Kroket, or my life as a fake Dutchman
When I was a kid, my stepfather Tim was from Pella, Iowa, a small town of (at the time) about eight thousand people southeast of Des Moines that didn’t so much cling to its...
When I was a kid, my stepfather Tim was from Pella, Iowa, a small town of (at the time) about eight thousand people southeast of Des Moines that didn’t so much cling to its...
Often at the Tribunal, when presented with an unfamiliar sandwich originating in a far off and exotic land (e.g., Buffalo, NY), I’ll have no choice but to try and recreate that sandwich myself, from...
In celebration of Mardi Gras, for the month of February J.P. Graziano (who make what is my absolute favorite sandwich in Chicago, and who are part of the inspiration for this site) are offering a muffaletta...
I’ve mentioned before that here at the Tribunal, we are not fully on-board with the concept of the open-faced sandwich–a sandwich is supposed to be a food of convenience, a neat edible carrying case used to...
January was looking a little sparse, despite an excellent Pork Roll writeup by juliachildish (and, with all due humility, a pair of amazing posts by yours truly), when we had a flurry of activity at the...
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