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!
Exile on Pain Street 
Gorgeous.
meat as a condiment?!? i guess we do it with bacon… i’m kinda with Mrs. Wife on this one…
Leah: Would you like me to bring one home for you?Daisy: Excuse me but it’s GRILLED lunch meat. It makes all the difference. You should get yourself one and see.
UB: How can you live with yourself, knowingly polluting your own daughter with that…that…thing?I side with Mrs. Wife on this on as well. That looks just disgusting.Rather than lick the screen, I fear I may have thrown up a little bit on it….
That’s the kinda stuff we eat when we’re drunk!Yeah, that’s the kinda stuff we eat a lot!:¬)
In my considered opinion, it looks rather like a doner kebab. Which, by the way, I wouldn’t touch with a bargepole (drunk or sober). But enjoy 😉
Rob: I try to expose The Daughters to all forms of art–both high and low. They can accept or reject as they see fit. Map: I ate quite a few of these while under the influence when I was a young sapling. I’m happy to report that I can now enjoy them without imbibing.Jo: Your problem is that you have standards. You need to learn how to lower them a bit 😉
tsk, tsk…you can take the boy out of Ohio……(succulent, succulent, fatty, greasy lunch meats…..any chance they FedEx well?)
that looks awesome and i would gladly accept the heart attack immediately following the consumption of said sandwich.
I’d have to agree with your wife. But that means you and your daughter can have my portion. Joy all around.
I am oddly attracted, yet repelled at the same time.
I want one!