I’m pretty sure Chicken Tetrazzini and Chicken Cacciatore peaked somewhere between 1965 and your mother’s last Tupperware party. My mom made both when I was a kid, but I could never remember which was which. So every time she said, “We’re having Chicken Cacciatore tonight!” I’d get all excited… until I saw some retched stewed tomato monstrosity on my plate (I hated tomatoes as a kid). The disappointment was real. It was like opening a Christmas present and finding socks instead of the GI-Joe you asked for.
My mom got the recipe for golabkis—Polish stuffed cabbage rolls—(which we pronounced “glump-kees”) from an old lady she roomed with in the hospital for some procedure. Apparently golabkis were popular mid-century, but faded by the ‘80s. I loved the name, but hated the dish—and mom made it often. Was it evil of me wishing that old lady coded before she gave my mom that recipe?
Our neighborhood pub serves an excellent Patty Melt, a Tuna Melt, and a Reuben with sauerkraut and custom Russian-esque dressing, on a hearty rye bread.
Hot roast beef sandwiches on cheap white bread covered in gravy are amaaaaazing. The classier version is the French Dip. I recall recently reading about some American chain (in Texas?) specializing in this, using high end gravy, and apparently doing very well.
The cheap and cheerful cafeteria version was two pieces of white Wonder bread, out of the package, with thick roast beef slices or shreds between, and generous amounts of a thick brown cheapish gravy liberally covering everything.
Probably. The nice thing about mashed potatoes is even in crappy places, you can turn it into a gourmet food by adding enough butter (eight or more of those little tubs).
Anything on two slices of bread, drowned in gravy and flanked by mashed potatoes and a token pile of peas (for color, not consumption), tastes fantastic. Turkey? Yessir! Roast beef? You betcha! Mice? Only if it’s the blue-plate special.