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Mon May 7, 2012
Sandwich Monday: The Four-Courser
Originally published on Fri May 11, 2012 5:03 pm
People sometimes ask if restaurants ever send us sandwiches to eat on Sandwich Monday. That would be a huge breach of ethics, but no, it doesn't happen often, which is a shame because we like sandwiches way more than ethics.
This week the Travel Channel sent us a sandwich called "The Four Courser" from 50/Fifty in Chicago, for something they're promoting. It's:
Hand-pulled pork shoulder, gouda bechamel, fried jalapenos, potato chips, and a mac and cheese stuffed waffle.
Ian: As promotional items go, this is tastier than the bucket of chum Discovery Channel sent us for Shark Week.
Peter: I enjoyed the screaming New Jersey housewife Bravo sent us. Because she also brought waffles.
Mike: The waffle is like an airbag protecting the meat.
Ian: Speaking of which, has anyone seen my seatbelt extender?
Eva: You could sit on one of these and have a fairly pleasant, cushiony plane ride to wherever you're going. But if you choose to eat it instead, you'll also have a cushiony plane-ride, so it's really a win win.
Ian: Chips, pulled pork, mac and cheese, waffles? This sandwich is like a Voltron of bad decisions.
Mike: The perfect side for this is chili cheese fries stuffed with onion rings topped with nachos and a pancake.
Peter: Can I say everything was cool — the hand-pulled pork, even the waffles — but the fried jalapeno chips are just weird? It's like a guy wearing a swimsuit showing up to a formal dinner. A spicy fried swimsuit.
Ian: I know "hand-pulled pork" is supposed to be appetizing but I don't like to think about human hands on my pork. I'd like "Robot-pulled pork."
Eva: This sandwich is great because it covers all the food groups, according to the Food Pyramid used during the Taft administration.
Peter: I think it was the great Egyptian food pyramid. Explains the goat innards.
[The verdict: Not bad at all. I promise we wouldn't have eaten it if it hadn't lived up to our own standards (meaning it had to be disgusting).]