The largest Torta has been made in Mexico City for their 9th annual Festival de la Torta. It was 173 feet long and weighed 154 pounds. All tasty I am sure!
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This sandwich was made in part to popularize the torta which can be very healthy compared to the fast foods that have been increasingly popular in Mexico.
I haven't had a torta for years but I can remember my first one. I had seen them on menu boards at Mexican resturants but never knew anything about them. I was at home when I first had one and my reaction was "It's just a sandwich-but Mexican!" I love that the sandwich can take so many forms across different cultures while still holding onto it's unique sandwich personality.
Speaking of personalities, who is this cute torta on this "Tortas Gigantes" sticker?
Take a look at BXB's torta reviews
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1406 Southeast Stark Street, Portland, OR 97214
Two trips to Portland in as many months and I still feel like there's a ton of places there left to explore. Els and I wrapped up our trip with a quick stop at Meat, Cheese & Bread for some sandwiches for the drive home. I was going to pick a cold sandwich because I figured that would keep better during the drive, but the guy behind the counter recommended the pulled pork, which is also what my pal Rob rated highly. How could I say no? "Pulled Pork: Roasted pork shoulder, grilled broccolini, salsa verde and aioli on a rustic baguette". The broccolini was a great touch, adding some texture and a somewhat sour contrast to the mushy savoryness of the pulled pork. The thing is, though, that this sandwich was so wet and greasy that it was pretty soaked through by the time I got around to eating it. Not that it was a big problem, just that the physical integrity of the sandwich would likely be preserved by eating it soon after it was prepared. Still tasty later on, just sloppy. All in all, I got to try some great sandwiches during this visit- maybe not as many as my first trip- but a good number nonetheless. I didn't go to any food carts, and wish that I had. But then, I did try a number of non-sandwich options, including some reaaaaally good pizza from Sizzle Pie ("Steve Caballero: vegan pepperoni, seitan italian sausage, green peppers, white onion and shredded daiya mozzarella 'cheese'") and Hammy's ("Cheeseburger Pizza: ground beef, bacon, tomatoes and onions, topped with yellow mustard"), not to mention the required stop at Voodoo Donuts:
Portland, I'll be back again soon! Don't eat all the sandwiches before I get back.
4534 Southeast Belmont Street, Portland, OR
It didn't even dawn on me until just now that this was the second "Brass" place Els and I went to in Portland. We dropped into this British-styled pub for a late lunch with our hosts Nic and Andrew on Monday afternoon. Looking now at their website, it seems like Horse Brass Pub takes their authentic presentation pretty seriously, but frankly I really wouldn't even know the difference between real and fake pubs. This one certainly seemed pretty legit while we were there, and I was impressed with their (weekly?) rotating beer list. The food wasn't bad either, although I definitely wasn't as blown away as I was at other Portland locales. Maybe it's because Horse Brass focuses on authenticity and tradition, and so therefore their sandwiches are MEANT to be kinda plain and unadventurous. At any rate, I didn't really have any problems with my fish sandwich, but I did try adding every sauce on the table to it in order to wrangle a little extra flavor out of my lunch. And, I will add, that Horse Brass afforded me an opportunity to finally try a scotch egg, which I'd been wanting to try for years- actually the fact that Horse Brass has scotch eggs is the reason we went in the first place! It was pretty interesting, but somehow drier and colder than I'd imagined scotch eggs would be.
126 Northeast 28th Avenue, Portland, OR
I am an idiot. At this particular moment I'm ruminating on that fact because I believed all day that I was scheduled to work tonight, got all showered and dressed and caffeinated and ready to head out the door only to realize, with the slow burning onset of embarrassment, that I was wrong about today's date and in fact am not scheduled to work. And I even turned down a coworker's request to cover his shift (which would have paid even better than my regular shift) cuz I thought I was working. I am a man with some regrets. Which makes it appropriate that this is the sandwich review I am writing now, because I have some regrets about this sandwich. See that sandwich up top? That's the "Cuban", a "flat grilled french baguette with ham, capicola, house pickles, swiss, strawberry jam, and garlic dijon mayo". Sounds insane and delicious right??? That's not what I ordered. I ordered the breakfast sausage sandwich, which was "house sausage, egg, muenster". Don't get me wrong, it was for sure a tasty sandwich. The house sausage was peppery and not too greasy and the muenster was a great and unexpected choice for a breakfast sandwich. But for some reason I thought, since it was only breakfast time and I'd surely be eating more epic sandwiches later in the day (in my duties as a Sandwich Journalist of course), that I should take it easy on breakfast. Get something not too crazy. Something a little smaller (and this sandwich, served all on its lonesome, was indeed pretty small). I let the waitress talk me out of getting eggs benedict with "pork belly, apricot jam and arugula". WTF is wrong with me??? When my reckless devourment of sandwiches finally catches up with me and does me in, it's not the horribly unhealthy feasts that lead to my demise that I'll regret. I will regret the times I went to an awesome restaurant in a city far away from where I live and ordered something more modest instead of going for the good stuff. You'd think a dude would Carpe Diem in a place called City State. Ah, but who ordered the Cuban then, you ask? Actually in a funny twist of fate, both of my younger brothers happened to be passing through Portland at the same time Els and I were there! So while I'm bummed that I missed out on the Cuban or Pork Belly Eggs Benedict (or "The Count - hazelnut challah french toast, smoked turkey, prosciutto, havarti, brie, apricot jam", god why didn't I order that??), I am still gonna have fond memories of getting to have breakfast with my brothers and my special lady friend at a Portland diner with a wide and very appealing menu. But maybe next time I'll order something as memorable as the occasion. Maybe if I'm not an IDIOT, jeez.
We got into Portland Saturday evening and met our pal Rob at the weird/run down/honestly kinda scary house he is subletting a room in. It was being guarded by this cat which didn't seem all that friendly. We had dinner at Ned Ludd around the corner, but we didn't eat any sandwiches there. Not that it mattered, because the food was not very good for how much it cost to eat there. Whatever.
This little fellow lives at the house where we crashed during our trip. She noticed me eating a piece of bread and got curious. Then she took a bite. Then, seconds after this photo was taken, she clawed me and stole it! I tell you there was something satanic about this cat. Did I mention it uses the toilet? Like, the human toilet? IT USES THE TOILET. UNNATURAL.
3535 N Vancouver Ave, Portland, OR
What, was that a really boring description of a sandwich? How about another crazy-ass Portland animal then? This guy is named Dude, and he is a shy and sweet rescue dog, at least until anyone lights a fire or starts smoking around him. For some reason Dude loves smoke and spent almost this entire time we were at this backyard BBQ jumping up in the air and biting at the smoke. Portland animals are weird.