I clearly haven’t been playing enough Mafia, because something compelled me to go through the thread and tally up the number of times it’s been bumped. Spoilered for length:
Except where indicated, every single bump is from a brand-new poster or, at least, somebody who registered in the same month that they made the post.
*Bump by an established poster.
**Multiple posts in the same day by new accounts.
I wanted to dig a little deeper, such as to see if any of the posters ever stuck around and for how long, but the limitations on searching make that implausible.
Ha! I’m guessing “spiced ham” was SPAM, a “Longhorn” had some kind of steak, a “Roma” had Italian salami, a “Canadian sandwich” was one with a lot of back bacon, and a “Canadian burger” was a hamburger topped with back bacon. But was the hell was an “Astronaut”? :dubious:
The Stewart Sandwiches post at my food blog remains the most clicked-on entry and is accessed from here and other sites along with search engine returns folks follow.
I continue occasional efforts at recreating the wonders of the Longhorn sandwich I relished so very long ago. My efforts so far have been edible but lack the savoriness of my memories of those oh-so wonderfully yummy delectable delights from my youth.
The meat was not the unique aspect. What provided the savoriness was the thick gravy lodged between patty and bun.
The quest continues but I fear as end-of-life draws increasingly closer I may be destined to never relishing again one of the finest meals I have ever gulped down then leisurely savored as I took my time eating the second one.
Oh to eat another Longhorn before I enter eternity. Sniff.
What a wonderful thread. I was talking to a friend on FB about an old song and it took me back to the summer of 1977 when I was stationed at NAS Millington in Tennessee for electronics training before I’d be permanently stationed at MCAS-H New River in North Carolina.
I was only 17 years old and had grown up fairly poor. We never ate out. Just couldn’t afford to. So now I’m a big grownup and the Marine Corps was paying me not very much. But more than I had ever made. On Friday nights I’d borrow someone’s ID card because the drinking age was 18 in Tennessee at the time. Everyone pretty much looked the same with those haircuts and the poor quality black and white photos on your military ID.
A group of us would get cleaned up and into our best blue jeans and tee shirts and roll into Millington to try and have a good time. There were quite a few of what I would now describe as dive bars. We didn’t care. They had ice cold draft beer and it was truly miserable hot in Memphis. I was trying to relay this story to my friend and wanted to tell him about the sandwiches the bar served and somehow the name Stewart Sandwiches popped up from my oh so unreliable memory banks. So I googled it to see if it was a legit memory and sure enough I’d somehow pulled the correct name out of the fog.
From this thread it looks like I’m not the only one that remembered those fondly. Maybe it was the beer. Maybe it was I was independent for the first time. But those sandwiches were delicious in my opinion.
I have never heard of these sandwiches, but I rarely eat sandwiches at places like gas stations. But I googled to see what the oven looked like, and it looks a lot like the toaster you see in Deli’s. Zucky’s in Santa Monica (long gone) used to toast their bagels in a very similar looking machine.
Is the wrapper impossible to use in modern times, given better knowledge about Scary Plastic Chemicals, or can this sucker be resurrected? Seems like a decent moneymaker.
