I walked up to the French Market for lunch today. On my way out the door, I noticed a line–a pretty long one–for a lunch truck parked at the curb. The “roach coach:” that’s what we used to call them back in the day, and they were pretty much a last resort.
I chuckled to myself, knowing what Patrick would think about this: Some people will stand in line for anything.
Inside the French Market, a menu caught my eye. The “Signature Sandwich” at Fumare Meats consists of: Gypsy Bacon, Danish Bacon and Boiled Ham. And, the Ciabatta roll is buttered.
Bacon, bacon, ham and butter. Besides a vegetarian, who the hell could not like this?
The nice lady at the counter offered some mayo and mustard, but then quickly informed me that those condiments weren’t really necessary, as the sammie was really good without them. She was right.
On my way back to the office, I noticed the line at the roach coach had died down, but my curiosity was piqued so I wandered over. When I saw the sandwich board there, I knew I’d stand line here myself someday.
The Duck Confit at the Gaztro Wagon contains: melted leeks, brie and apple chutney. Holy cow, I love lunch in Chicago.
