Cleveland (sandwiches) Represent
February, 2008
If you are a magazine junkie like I am, than you not only read the magazines "for girls," but the guys pubs. as well! Last month in Esquire, the article "BEST Sandwiches in America" caught my eye; there we were in black and white, three Cleveland hot spots taking center stage on top of the list. Check out Esquire reviews below to see if you agree or for your own taste test hop in your car and grab a sandwich for lunch...feel free to send us your own review. :)
Trailer Park Monte Cristo : Beachland Ballroom, Cleveland
Bobbing in a sea of Blue Ribbon, battered by gale-force amps, you need something solid to hold on to -- and hold down. So: Dip a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich in pancake batter, dunk it in a deep fryer, and dust it with powdered sugar. Voilà: Bar eats supreme. The crisp, cakey crust conceals a molten heart as sweet as Cleveland’s own. (15711 Waterloo Road; 216-383-1124)
Corned Beef : Slyman’s
Bernie Kosar jerseys outnumber the business suits, but just barely. The corned beef is why you go: a softball-sized lump of lean the color of a Great Lakes sunset, kissed with fat and slow-cooked to succulence, then nestled between clouds of fresh bread. (3106 St. Clair Avenue; 216-621-3760)
Polish Boy : Freddie’s Rib House
Soul on white. A pipe’s length of kielbasa is wrapped in a bun and mounded with french fries, then dressed with coleslaw and barbecue sauce. Ignore any toxic runoff: Locals consider cuff stains a red badge of courage. The genteel can request a fork, because, yo, every circus needs a clown. (1431 St. Clair Avenue; 216-575-1750)
For the entire article visit www.esquire.com/features/food-drink/sandwiches
If you are a magazine junkie like I am, than you not only read the magazines "for girls," but the guys pubs. as well! Last month in Esquire, the article "BEST Sandwiches in America" caught my eye; there we were in black and white, three Cleveland hot spots taking center stage on top of the list. Check out Esquire reviews below to see if you agree or for your own taste test hop in your car and grab a sandwich for lunch...feel free to send us your own review. :)
Trailer Park Monte Cristo : Beachland Ballroom, Cleveland
Bobbing in a sea of Blue Ribbon, battered by gale-force amps, you need something solid to hold on to -- and hold down. So: Dip a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich in pancake batter, dunk it in a deep fryer, and dust it with powdered sugar. Voilà: Bar eats supreme. The crisp, cakey crust conceals a molten heart as sweet as Cleveland’s own. (15711 Waterloo Road; 216-383-1124)
Corned Beef : Slyman’s
Bernie Kosar jerseys outnumber the business suits, but just barely. The corned beef is why you go: a softball-sized lump of lean the color of a Great Lakes sunset, kissed with fat and slow-cooked to succulence, then nestled between clouds of fresh bread. (3106 St. Clair Avenue; 216-621-3760)
Polish Boy : Freddie’s Rib House
Soul on white. A pipe’s length of kielbasa is wrapped in a bun and mounded with french fries, then dressed with coleslaw and barbecue sauce. Ignore any toxic runoff: Locals consider cuff stains a red badge of courage. The genteel can request a fork, because, yo, every circus needs a clown. (1431 St. Clair Avenue; 216-575-1750)
For the entire article visit www.esquire.com/features/food-drink/sandwiches
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