I introduced 8-Year Old Daughter to one of Cleveland’s finer culinary offerings. This…
…is a Romanburger. As of this writing, you cannot buy one in either New York or New Jersey. You have to go to Cleveland and get them at Mr. Hero.
You take two cheeseburgers made from beef of questionable quality, lay them side-by-side in a soft Italian roll on a bed of lettuce, tomatoes and onions, gently sprinkle on some of Mr. Hero’s Italian “oil’n spice,” slather it with their “special recipe” mayo and then (here comes the game-changer) you lay on some grilled Genoa Salami and Italian Luncheon loaf.
That’s right. It’s a cheeseburger with grilled lunch meat. Pure genius. You want to lick the screen, don’t you? It’s trademarked, so don’t get any ideas.
Mrs. Wife said, “That looks gross.” 8-Year Old Daughter approves. I rest my case.
Random observation: Drivers in Cleveland signal their lane changes about 80% of the time. A big gold star for you guys!