I have been dreaming all week of a meatball sandwich. Not just any meatball sandwich but one from the greatest sandwich place in Chicago called Costellos.
Dietz and I have been discussing our big summer trip. We are just nutty enough to willingly spend over 75 hours in the car with 2 kids under 6. We will drive from Houston to Madison, WI to Chicago to Pittsburgh to New Jersey to Boston and Cape Cod, back to Jersey and then home to Houston. It allows us to visit friends and family along the way. Its a great way to teach our kids some U.S. geography. Dietz and I get to read maps for hours everyday. (what? you don't like doing that?!) Deep down, however, we drive where the food is. We map our stops based on food. Do we go the direct way to Madison through St Louis or take a short detour through Kansas City and get some awesome bbq? No contest. We will take the bbq and an extra hour in the car anyday. That being said, we will be heading through Chicago on our way to Pittsburgh and we *must* hit Costellos for lunch.
Dietz and I used to live in Chicago. It is where we met (ok, the second time we met) and fell in love.
With each other. Not just with the sandwiches.
We used to spend lazy Sunday mornings, nursing a hangover, eating at Costellos and reading The Onion. It was an idyllic life and there were no adorable little hands smearing their peanut butter on me asking for another cup of milk because they just spilled theirs. Again. Maybe it is that responsibility-free time in my life that I am tasting, rather than the sandwich. Either way, I am making that sucker for dinner. Even if I have to clean up yet another glass of spilled milk while trying to scarf this puppy down, I will attempt to recreate this sandwich.
Tomorrow, I will post the recipe. Right now I need to get my butt to the store for some provolone cheese and crusty rolls.
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