Oscar Meyer bologna on white Wonder bread with some Miracle Whip. And a slice of tomato if I'm lucky..
I can't think of a second, off the top of my head, but I frequently order a Reuben. Grilled cheese with bacon might be up there, at number two, particularly the way they are made at Deans Motor Lodge in Portage, Maine. I've never stayed at the hotel but Portage is about halfway to my camp up north, so I generally stop at their restaurant on my way there, and sometimes on my way back, as well. I was in my 30s before I had ever heard of a Reuben. I was at a week-long EMS conference in Kansas City. Since I wasn't into going out drinking as soon as the conference sessions were over each day, I generally ate at the hotel restaurant, read, or watched television in my room. The hotel restaurant got pretty boring after a few days because the food was just acceptable, so I went out looking for a restaurant one night. Kansas City must have an ordinance against signs extending beyond the building because it was impossible to tell what a building was going to be until I had walked up to it, so I walked much further than I had wanted to, especially given that I could hear gunshots every now and then. Finally, I gave up on trying to find a restaurant and stopped at a pub. It looked like a neighborhood bar, with a half dozen people doing some serious drinking, and only a couple of people eating. The way everyone stopped what they were doing when I walked in gave me the idea that they weren't used to seeing people they didn't know, but perhaps I imagined that. Once I took a seat, they all went back to doing what they were doing. But yes, they had food. I ordered a Reuben because it looked good on the menu, and it was very good. Probably, I think of that as being the best Reuben I have ever had because it was the first one I had ever had, but it was very good.
@Ken Anderson -- with gunshots in that neighborhood, your first Reuben could also have been your last. By the way, the Biblical fellow named Reuben was a rascal -- slept with one of his father's wives (but not his mother). Uhhh... in Hebrew, "reu ben" means "WOW! It's a boy!" (Okay, more literally: "Behold! a son.") P.S. I am astounded that I am solo in liking PB&J. P.P.S. Anyone here ever had a pancake sandwich?
Damn near anything surrounded by bread. And don't tell me that two slices of lettuce can be substituted for bread and be called a sandwich. The Earl of Sandwich would turn over in his grave.
Nothing beats a good burger, but I also love grilled cheese and BLT. I pretty much like any kind of sandwich.
Looking at the meal offerings for tonight's Sunday dinner I have decided on the Peruvian Shrimp. peruvian shrimp - Bing
Oh, yeah. I had friends from Peru (my friend & her husband, her brother & his wife, and my friend's parents.) I've eaten at their home often, and we've gone out to Peruvian restaurants together quite often. Her father used to make huacatay, a condiment made from Peruvian black mint. It's to die for. I've had ceviche, which is a seafood dish that is "cooked" by marinating the ingredients in citrus juices so that the acid cooks them. From fridge to table. Good stuff.