A Quickie: Bacon, Egg, and Cheese with Avocado
The other night, I was up late brewing a batch of beer (and drinking a few while I worked). A late night for me usually means a rushed morning, privileging an extra few minutes...
Author: Jim Behymer
Fried Chicken and Bread (and pickles?): the Ascent of the Chicken Sandwich
When I was a kid, I did not like burgers. Don’t hate me. I realize how shocking that must seem to some of you. I know better now of course. At the time, my...
Cheese and Pickle, the Most British Sandwich Yet?
Cheese and pickle. Not a combination I’d have thought of, but sure. I’ll just get some American cheese, some pickle chips, and some supermarket bread, and… Of course it’s not that easy. Slices or...
The Breaded Pork Tenderloin Sandwich – State Street Bar & Grill, Quincy, IL
Part 1 is here | Part 2 is here It’s April and my kids are on Spring Break from school, so like any good parent, I have shipped them off to their grandparents for a week. I...
Cemitas: Pueblan Specialty, Chicago Favorite
When many people think of Mexican sandwiches, tortas are probably what they think of. (That is, if they’re not thinking of tacos, burritos, etc., as sandwiches, an ongoing discussion I won’t revisit here.) Tortas do seem to be the...
The Strange Case of Doctor Jaffle and Toastie Hyde
An idea for a cheese sandwich post has been eluding me this month. Some sandwiches are interesting to explore and write about, some are so basic it’s hard to know where to start. A cheese sandwich is...
The Chilean Chacarero
Chile’s sandwich game is so strong that it got me to reverse a lifelong aversion to green beans.
On Sandwiches and Hyperbole
It’s a long, cold ride to 35th and Morgan in the Chicago neighborhood of Bridgeport from my office in the West Loop, just shy of five miles in weather that’s barely breaking into double...
My weekend in sandwiches, March 2, 2015
A couple of quick hits here, as I had a bit of a theme going this weekend and I thought I might take a moment to tick off the purists. I live a stone’s throw from...
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...
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