Somehow I have let another week get by without posting anything. I wanted to put up this pictorial ode to the Excessiveness of American Eating before the 4th, so that we could all revel in it together, but then I went back to work and had forgotten how tiring it can be. And then the cat disappeared for a day (don’t worry, she’s back home now, and has lost her roof privileges), and then 3-euro movie week was ending and we had to go see the new Woody Allen film and all of a sudden it was time to throw together some snacks for a 4th of July picnic in the Parc Floral at the Bois de Vincennes.
The point I’m eventually trying to get to is: Wow, food in America is big! Check out the sandwich above. It’s called The Big Pittsburgh, and it’s served at The Jolly Roger Taproom in Seattle. That bread was at least an inch thick, and piled high with beef, ham, salami, cheese, coleslaw, tomatoes, and fries. Yes, you read that right, there are fries on the sandwich.
When ordering the sandwich, you are given the choice of fries or salad. Nick wisely chose salad, considering there were already plenty of fries. I neglected to photograph the mountain of enormous smoked onion rings, for which my friend suggested I should have my food blogger’s license revoked. Trust me when I tell you that they were everything I had hoped for. I mean, come on. Thick circles of smoked onion, battered and deep fried? You would have forgotten about taking pictures, too.
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