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.
A trip to the West Coast would be incomplete without a visit (or two) to the world’s best fast-food chain. I am referring, of course, to…
In N Out Burger!
Oh, my beloved cheeseburger, how I’ve missed you and your grilled onions and thousand-island dressing. Try as they might, this is one thing the French just can’t do well. I’m hungry and wistful all over again just thinking about that flame-grilled beef and gooey cheese. (I should really try not to write blog posts before dinner.)
So many things about a meal at In N Out are so stereotypically American. Nick and I marveled at the novelty of being able to fill (and refill!) our drinks, the fact that ice is an option, the offer of “lap mats” when we picked up a quick lunch at the drive-thru. And the sheer size of the drinks! From sodas to beers to margaritas, everywhere we went the beverages were huge. Thankfully, the USA is not short on clean, well-stocked public bathrooms, unlike some countries I can think of. But then, those countries aren’t serving bottomless iced tea, either.
Originally published on Croque-Camille.