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.