A big burly man wearing a black apron and a backwards baseball cap walked up to us at the bar to explain the daily specials. His smile was contagious and so was his passion for food. The man's name was Steve. And I know that because Megan knew him from working at Wine on Water. The specials that day were a testament to his culinary skills and imagination.
I couldn't remember the name of the special when the one and only waitress in the place walked up to our bar stools to take our order. "What sandwich would you like?" she asked. "You know the one with the cumin-lime mayo," I replied. At that moment, I was precisely the person I hated when I worked at Books-a-Million. "Umm...I'm looking for the book with the bird on the cover or maybe it's a mouse. I think the author's last name starts with a consonant."
Luckily for my tastebuds and my belly, Steve knew what the waitress was talking about when she sent the order back to the kitchen. Ten to fifteen minutes later, he hand-delivered a sandwich that shall remain nameless because I still have no idea what it's called. We can call it the Best Damn Sandwich Ever.
Before me, on a square white plate sat perfection. Local flank steak, which was poached and pulled then placed on the skillet to get this unforgettable crispy yet tender texture. Sauteed onions simmered in the same skillet as the steak were doused with fresh orange, lemon, and lime juices. The just-right acidic flavors gave a slight bite to this mouthwatering piece of meat. Cliche or not. It seriously happened. And to top it all off, the pulled steak was placed on a piece of just-out-of-the=oven french-pressed Cuban bread topped with a skim coat of homemade cumin-lime mayo.
The sandwich was a piece of love accompanied by a glass of Harmony 2009, so try this little known gem today. I promise you that you won't regret or forget it!
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