Live Blogging Boston ECA from Morgantown – II
25th April 2012
Heat the sauce. Add the beef. Simmer.
Wet the bread. Add the beef. Garnish to taste with peppers. Root beer is best, but Mountain Dew works.
I first encountered Chicago style beef sandwiches in the late 1960s when we lived in Aurora, Illinois, a far west suburb of Chicago. I’d been working in men’s jobs since I was 13 and had learned about all manner of sandwiches that working men back then favored. When I was a grease monkey at Robinson’s Auto Supply, still doing business in downtown Aurora, I found several nearby joints that served a beef. And, just to demonstrate range of taste, we also got lucky with a Mexican gent who worked the bars near the garage, selling homemade Mexican treats including what remains the best tamale I’ve ever had and that includes Texas and Mexico. By the time he hit Robinson’s, the fella was three sheets to the wind from doing good business in the bars. Man, I can still smell the corn husk wrapped tamales. But, we’re talking beefs here, right?
I thought I knew good Chicago style beefs until I met Mo at NIU in 1972. We roomed together, sharing Luigi’s beefs over pinochle and reruns of Combat! with Vic Morrow. Then Mo invited me to his family home in K-town, Chicago. We did a beef tour of the city, hitting three of Mo’s favorites. Two (including a joint called Roma’s) were as good as the beefs in Aurora or Dekalb, but then we went to Al’s in Little Italy. That’s Taylor Street and home of the original Al’s. From my first bite I knew I’d found Olympus, Valhalla, and just about everything except the Girl of My Dreams. I still can’t believe that an Al’s beef is legal.
You cannot eat a beef without making a mess. Just plan for it. You can wear a suit and eat a beef just so long as you know about the mess and plan for it. The hardest part of the mess is not the during, but the after. Al’s does not have a bathroom with an attendant. We usually eat at the Al’s on Ontario which is just a couple of blocks from a Bloomingdale’s. We use that restroom to straighten up after the sandwiches. Bloomies has gotten some good business as a result.
Still got eight left before Melanie gets home on Sunday. Normally on a Chicago trip I can get a yard of beefs over four days, but I’m a bit out of shape for that. A man has to know his limitations.
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