You know,
I was really hoping to start off with a post about Cosmic. Tracy inspired me to start the blog (amongst others) and CO really is my favorite place to eat these days. But I really need to talk about this sandwich!
Ham, turkey, swiss (or was it Vermont Cheddar? correction when i go back), sliced thin and pressed between two fluffy pieces of french toast...
That's right, the Great Grundy got a Monte Cristo, and Edmund Dantes was a genius. This sandwich was great, with a little maple syrup for dipping. What a completely satisfying treat...the ONLY thing I'd do to improve it would be to kiss that cheese with the slightest hint of a good coarse pub mustard or dijon before grilling. Just a little romance on such a sweet date.
The potato salad was good too... roughly chopped chunks of skin on (russetts?) potato, boiled just right, dressed with a little mayo (or was it sour cream mixed, i'll find out next visit) and I think, just a little pepper. It was really satisifactory for something so simple.
Well, we still only played middle of the pack, but I feel good going into my second week on the team. And besides, the Sox beat ass last night, again. Whaler Ale rounded out the meal as a special, but this tasty little sandwhich and hearty simple potato salad really would go well with any red ale in my opinion.
Main Pub, you have not failed to impress!
till the table's set, adios!
Grundy
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