Yummy-yummy-yummy I've got love in my tummy.
So, Phil and I invented a new sandwich tonight at the 5 & Diner. It's a variation on their signature "Francheeze" (an extra-large all-beef hotdog which is stuffed with cheese, wrapped in raw bacon, deep fried, nestled in a toasted bun and then topped with a cup of chili and drenched in more cheese). We have yet to decide on a name but, since it was borne out of the desire to have a piece of french toast done up Francheeze-style, we were thinking the "Frencheeze" or the "Bud Club" (after the kind waiter who made it all possible). It's essentially a sourdough french toast sandwich, made with a cup of cream cheese (with granulated sugar mixed in to taste), a quarter cup of fruit jam and a half-pound of cooked bacon, dipped in coconut batter (the tempura-type stuff they use for coconut shrimp), deep fried, quartered, and served with hot maple syrup for dipping. In creating the sandwich, it was agreed that, despite the fact that I wasn't even hungry, if I could get them to make it, I had to eat it. Well, let me tell you:
it was delicious.
This sandwich has not only redefined breakfast; it has redefined life. Try it. I think you'll agree.
[NOTE: Joanna is not responsible for any damages resulting from the consumption of the Bud Club, including but not limited to tooth decay, obesity, fatigue, hair loss, blindness, sudden-onset diabetes and erectile dysfuntion.]
Anyway, trademarked confectionary endorsements aside, tonight was pretty sweet (ha!). After the 5 & Diner, we broke into our old high school and stole a few mementos from the Circle (it's scheduled for demolition sometime in the next couple weeks. Half of the goddamned thing is already gone, along with the Black Box, auditorium, and half a dozen other buildings). It was sort of sad to see all of those structures, once so full of memory, reduced to rubble. But I guess that they, like all things, must give way in the face of progress.
Okay, I have to be at work in three hours, so I will leave you with another entertaining "Overheard In...." entry (this one is from the office).
City editor: "Do you think they give you your money back if your kid dies at Disney World?"
Editor-in-Chief: "No, but Mickey Mouse volunteers to be a pallbearer at the funeral."
Sports editor, in a Mickey Mouse falsetto: "'Hey guys, what's in the box?'"
7 North Jefferson Street
Huntington, Indiana
http://www.overheardintheoffice.com/archives/002439.html
Happy Wednesday, everybody.
it was delicious.
This sandwich has not only redefined breakfast; it has redefined life. Try it. I think you'll agree.
[NOTE: Joanna is not responsible for any damages resulting from the consumption of the Bud Club, including but not limited to tooth decay, obesity, fatigue, hair loss, blindness, sudden-onset diabetes and erectile dysfuntion.]
Anyway, trademarked confectionary endorsements aside, tonight was pretty sweet (ha!). After the 5 & Diner, we broke into our old high school and stole a few mementos from the Circle (it's scheduled for demolition sometime in the next couple weeks. Half of the goddamned thing is already gone, along with the Black Box, auditorium, and half a dozen other buildings). It was sort of sad to see all of those structures, once so full of memory, reduced to rubble. But I guess that they, like all things, must give way in the face of progress.
Okay, I have to be at work in three hours, so I will leave you with another entertaining "Overheard In...." entry (this one is from the office).
City editor: "Do you think they give you your money back if your kid dies at Disney World?"
Editor-in-Chief: "No, but Mickey Mouse volunteers to be a pallbearer at the funeral."
Sports editor, in a Mickey Mouse falsetto: "'Hey guys, what's in the box?'"
7 North Jefferson Street
Huntington, Indiana
http://www.overheardintheoffice.com/archives/002439.html
Happy Wednesday, everybody.