It seems as I am getting older my tolerance for junk food is rapidly decreasing. There is a show on cable TV entitled Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives where Guy Fieri goes around the country reviewing restaurants as indicated in the title. Many of them are famous for some pretty outrageous food. Some stack pancakes a foot high and smother them with mucho butter between each layer followed by a pint of syrup and lined high with pounds of sausages, bacon, and such around the edges.
In my younger days these types of things made me salivate but not any more. We accidentally happened into one of these places in Pittsburgh recently. One of our vacation strategies is to stay four to five days in a downtown hotel in a major city. We then tour the sites, preferably on foot. When we were in Pittsburgh we asked the hotel receptionist where was a good place to eat nearby. She mentioned that there was a burger place about a half mile away that was pretty famous. We had a pretty big meal the night before so a burger sounded about right for that evening.
We walked through an old warehouse district and found the place. It was called Primanti Brothers. The restaurant blended in with the area in that it had a warehouse atmosphere. One of our rules is when in doubt order the signature dish so we both ordered the signature burger. When it came it proved to be something almost inedible at least as my tastes now go. It consisted of two pieces of thick bread soaked in hamburger grease with a half pound hamburger, about two inches of french fries, a pile of cole slaw and several other unidentified very juicy ingredients.
I am usually a guy that “goes with the flow” so I took a big bite; but then quickly spit it out. But it was too late as much of the greasy juices ended up on the front of my shirt. It was just too much for me. I do like most of the ingredients, at least the ones I could identify, but putting them together between two pieces of grease soaked bread just didn’t hack it for me. I looked around and saw several other customers nose deep in similar sandwiches and seemingly enjoying themselves. I wondered if I had come here ten or twenty years before whether I too would enjoy this sandwich?
Maybe as we get older our bodies give us more warning about these types of totally unhealthy dishes? Maybe they are telling us “enough is enough”. By the way I couldn’t find a picture of the hamburger I had one bite of but I did find a similar sandwich to show you here from them. I didn’t eat much of the hamburger but the beer was pretty good….