A Monte Cristo Sandwich
My daughter and I have a ritual of eating lunch out after each six month dental cleaning appointment. We use this opportunity to explore new restaurants and to spend mother and daughter time together. Our busy schedules offer little time just to talk. And although it may be strange, after a good cleaning, food just seem to taste better.
With our teeth shined and cleaned, my daughter and I left the dental appointment in search of a new luncheon spot. Not sure exactly what our taste buds were craving, we stopped and scanned restaurant menu after menu in the two block radius of the dental office. To be honest, most had a decent menu that could easily satisfied us. But one menu brought me back 30 years to my graduate days at George Washington University. I insisted on eating there.
The restaurant for all intended purposes was a dive. But they were the only one that offered that sandwich, The waitress seated us in a window booth near the front door. It was cold outside and I was very appreciative that the restaurant had a portable electric heater right near our seat. We felt warm and cozy inside as we watch the cold people outside with their hands in their pockets moving quickly past the window.
I knew I wanted my college favorite - a Monte Cristo sandwich. Prior to ordering, I asked the waitress if the sandwich was good. I knew, time sometimes makes things taste better than they really were at the time. It's been years; And I really did not want to be disappointed. The waitress assured me it was delicious. I ordered one while my daughter ordered a steak and cheese sandwich. I don't want to admit it,. But, I waited in anticipation of the flavor of yesteryear.
Our sandwiches arrived and we did what we always do. I took a quarter of my sandwich and gave it to my daughter and she did the same. I liked my sandwich but it paled to my memories of my first Monte Cristo. This sandwich was on thick sourdough bread. It was more like a ham an cheese sandwich on two pieces French Toast. My memory of that delectable Monte Cristo sandwich was a ham and cheese sandwich dipped in a egg batter than gently fried. http://wikipedia.org/monte cristo sandwich. I liked my daughter's sandwich better than mine. My daughter ate all her sandwich and I packed the last half of my sandwich to take home which I ate the next day for lunch.
I really didn't think much about the lunch until a week later. My daughter and I were in the kitchen getting ready for dinner. My daughter turned to me and out of the blue said, "I sure wish I had another on of that French Toast sandwich we had after getting out teeth clean. They could leave the syrup in the kitchen though. It sure was good. I liked it better than my steak and cheese sandwich. What was it called again?" I said drily, " a Monte Cristo".
With our teeth shined and cleaned, my daughter and I left the dental appointment in search of a new luncheon spot. Not sure exactly what our taste buds were craving, we stopped and scanned restaurant menu after menu in the two block radius of the dental office. To be honest, most had a decent menu that could easily satisfied us. But one menu brought me back 30 years to my graduate days at George Washington University. I insisted on eating there.
The restaurant for all intended purposes was a dive. But they were the only one that offered that sandwich, The waitress seated us in a window booth near the front door. It was cold outside and I was very appreciative that the restaurant had a portable electric heater right near our seat. We felt warm and cozy inside as we watch the cold people outside with their hands in their pockets moving quickly past the window.
I knew I wanted my college favorite - a Monte Cristo sandwich. Prior to ordering, I asked the waitress if the sandwich was good. I knew, time sometimes makes things taste better than they really were at the time. It's been years; And I really did not want to be disappointed. The waitress assured me it was delicious. I ordered one while my daughter ordered a steak and cheese sandwich. I don't want to admit it,. But, I waited in anticipation of the flavor of yesteryear.
Our sandwiches arrived and we did what we always do. I took a quarter of my sandwich and gave it to my daughter and she did the same. I liked my sandwich but it paled to my memories of my first Monte Cristo. This sandwich was on thick sourdough bread. It was more like a ham an cheese sandwich on two pieces French Toast. My memory of that delectable Monte Cristo sandwich was a ham and cheese sandwich dipped in a egg batter than gently fried. http://wikipedia.org/monte cristo sandwich. I liked my daughter's sandwich better than mine. My daughter ate all her sandwich and I packed the last half of my sandwich to take home which I ate the next day for lunch.
I really didn't think much about the lunch until a week later. My daughter and I were in the kitchen getting ready for dinner. My daughter turned to me and out of the blue said, "I sure wish I had another on of that French Toast sandwich we had after getting out teeth clean. They could leave the syrup in the kitchen though. It sure was good. I liked it better than my steak and cheese sandwich. What was it called again?" I said drily, " a Monte Cristo".
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