Steak Sandwich of Southwest Suburbia: The Poorboy
The bread dripped with garlic butter; it gushed each time I lifted the sandwich, spouting its aromatic allium oilslick all over the plate, the tablecloth, my shirt, my hands, my beard.
The bread dripped with garlic butter; it gushed each time I lifted the sandwich, spouting its aromatic allium oilslick all over the plate, the tablecloth, my shirt, my hands, my beard.
In February, the Tribunal will cover Japanese Pizza Toast, the Poor Boys of Illinoize, and New Jersey’s Pork Roll.
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