What are you eating?

[PDH]

I've never had that buffalo sammich thing.  I bet the writer just picked that as they drove by Laramie at 90mph on I-80.

[Caliga]

Dude I work with is in town for meetings next week and brought his girlfriend along, and we went to this place in Germantown called EiDERDOWN.  It was DER BOMB.

I had duck fat popcorn, beer cheese, and a 'nachburger' medium rare with German tater salad, washed down with a hefeweizen and chocolate pot de creme for dessert.  The burger was made with all local ingredients (local grass beef, bacon, etc.) served on a brioche bun.

[MadImmortalMan]

No city of appreciable size can eat locally. It's logistically impossible. I am not oppressing you with math.

[Barrister]

Despite my office being literally a good stone's throw from Chinatown, I've only gone there to any of the numerous restaurants 2-3 times in the last 3 years.

But today I went with a group of lawyers for Dim Sum.  Good stuff, even if I did pass on the chicken feet.

[Capetan Mihali]

I'm eating one of these:



These are like Canadian Mallomars, but... just not nearly as good as Mallomars. 

EDIT:  All the more ironic since it seems Mallomars themselves are produced exclusively in Canada these days.

[garbon]

Lifesavers. I feel old, I didn't even know about raspberry which apparently has been a flavor for more than a decade now.

[derspiess]

I've had a craving for that cheap chicken teriyaki over noodles from Sarku Japan. 

Anyway, looks like we're having yet another obscure Argentine dish tonight

[Ed Anger]

I gained 2 pounds looking at that picture.

[Ed Anger]

I've had a craving for that cheap chicken teriyaki over noodles from Sarku Japan. 

Anyway, looks like we're having yet another obscure Argentine dish tonight

Lucky you. I had a bowl of oatmeal.

[garbon]

I've never had that buffalo sammich thing.  I bet the writer just picked that as they drove by Laramie at 90mph on I-80.

Ahem, 100.

[Caliga]

No city of appreciable size can eat locally. It's logistically impossible. I am not oppressing you with math.

[derspiess]

Beer brought out my appetite & since I had a very light dinner, I made myself a Lebanon Bologna & havarti sammich.

[Caliga]

Lebanon Bologna

btw not sure where you got it but the Lebanon bologna they sell at Kroger usually ain't the real deal.  It should have peppercorns or some shit like that around the edges of each slice.

[derspiess]

Lebanon Bologna

btw not sure where you got it but the Lebanon bologna they sell at Kroger usually ain't the real deal.  It should have peppercorns or some shit like that around the edges of each slice.

I've had it that way, but I don't remember my favorite brand (Seltzer's?) having it.  Anyway, this stuff was pretty well-made.  Boar's Head is usually pretty solid. 

I remember back in Delaware you had your choice of like 5 or 6 brands or variants in most delis.

[Capetan Mihali]

Ah, Lebanon ham.

I miss all that Pennsyltucky food and drink.   I really lived the dream there for a while, residing in Philadelphia but driving to see my girlfriend in Pittsburgh every other weekend.  Taking day trips to Scranton, Wilkes-Barre, and Allentown.  Side trips to Delco all the time, Doylestown, Norristown.  Stopping off in Altoona, Harrisburg, Ephrata, Carlisle, Lancaster, Lebanon, Reading, etc.  Only place of note I never really got to was Erie.  And most of the emptiness that comprises the famous "T."

So I ate cheesesteaks (American w/ fried onions) all over Phila. and Delco (since some of the best spots were actually in inner suburbs like Upper Darby), noting the regional subtleties; for instance, steaks in Northeast Phila. use sliced beef rather than chopped.  I ate warm links of soft pretzels every morning in the freezing pre-work darkness as I walked past a pretzel bakery on my way to the bus stop, three for a dollar.  I cooled off with cones of water ice outside the library on hot summer days.  I ate stromboli where it was invented in the early 50s (and named after the movie), at a place by the airport in Essington.  I got take-out panzarotti, those fried little calzone things peculiar to South Jersey and South Philly.  I gorged on the roast pork sandwiches, dripping with juice, sharp provolone and greens.  I ate scrapple and fried eggs in countless greasy spoons, accompanied by bad coffee and a cigarette burning in the ashtray, before the smoking ban.  Sometimes I swapped pork roll, but scrapple was my preference.  I ate Primanti sandwiches in downtown Pittsburgh, pierogies and halupki in Bloomfield, chipped ham on a day trip to Wheeling W.V., and great hot dogs in Oakland.  For dessert, there was always Clark bars out west, Tastykakes and Goldenberg's Peanut Chews out east, whoopie pies in Dutch country.  And I washed it all down with cases (and it was always cases because of the wacky liquor laws) of cheap beer: Iron City, Rolling Rock, Straub, Lionshead, Stegmaier, Yuengling Lager, Lord Chesterfield Ale, Schmidt's, Reading Premium, etc.  Not to mention the occasional pint of a delightful microbrew, of which there were too many to name.  A cold Pennsylvania Dutch birch beer now and then for non-alcoholic refreshment.

Between my mind-numbing sedentary job, newfound discovery of happy hour, and culinary explorations, I put on 40 pounds, it's true.  But I did it in the true Pennsylvania way.