This is a great sandwich. What could be better than a thick slab of ground beef smothered in fried onions, covered with cheese, and served between two hunks of sourdough bread?I'll tell you what could be better...the name. "Patty Melt"... why don't we just call it "Sissy Sammie?"
Let me ask the guys a question. You're on a date with a great babe (Yes, Virginia, I said "babe") and decide to go for a snack before you take her home and try to figure out how to get her into the sack. You want to order a freaking Patty Melt, but dare you? Hell, no, you buffoon! The second she hears you say "patty melt" you might just as well drag your sorry ass to a monastery, because you will never get to "know" her in the biblical sense.
We, as a society, need to give this culinary delight a new name. Perhaps we could call it "The Duke", or "Fried Steer on PETA Bread", anything but "patty melt."
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