It’s here. The 2012 Thanksgiving Leftover Turkey Sandwich. Honestly, I probably wouldn’t have done a video this year if it were not for you, the loyal Turkey Sandwich Report Nation. You guys demanded a video and I think I came through for you in a big way.
This year, I really challenged myself. I asked Mrs. Turkey Sandwich to pick out the ingredients and then I would work my magic from there – just like the show Chopped. Let me say this with all sincerity and seriousness. The sandwich that I created in this video was incredible. Make this sandwich now.
My boss’s boss is a dude named Patrick Daugherty and he’s a pretty big deal where I work. He’s a VP of something or other – not sure what, now that I think about it. He’s such a big deal that he actually had the balls to call me out on supposedly “half-assing” this whole vote for the Super Bowl Turkey Sandwich thing.
After a meeting this week, he pulled me aside and said, “Did you get my comment on your blog?” I said, “no.” “Well, I left one and I think you really screwed the pooch on this one. You call yourself a marketer and you give us these boring-ass, no theme Turkey Sandwiches to choose from? I think it’s bullshit. And on top of that, you never even mentioned in your post about Perry’s Deli. I bought you that sandwich and that’s what I get? Poor form, Stewart, poor form.”
He went on to point out that I could have had a New York Deli-style sandwich where I pile a shitload of Turkey on Rye. Or I could have done a Turkey Sandwich with some roast beef bullshit like they do in Boston. Or I could have done something with an Indianapolis theme – not that I even know what that could be – but he thought that would be a good idea.
The fact of the matter is that this is MY BLOG and I can do whatever the hell I want. When it comes to Turkey Sandwiches, I don’t have to bow to some dude just because he has a couple letters before his name. I’m the CEO of this bitch and can do whatever I want.
But I am gonna call this whole thing off because you people don’t know what you’re talking about. The Philly Turkey Sandwich ran away with the voting and I don’t want to make that sandwich. I’m gonna make that Queso Smothered Turkey Sandwich…Remember? I’m CEO.
The Turkey Sandwich Report wants to hear from you. You tell us what we make for our Annual Super Bowl Turkey Sandwich. We’ll rock the shit out of whatever sandwich wins and then we’ll show you how to make it.
The Turkey Sandwich Report has been silent lately, and for that we apologize.
“Why?” you might ask. Mostly because “The Man” has been beating me down and making me work way too much for the past few months. But fuck that. I
So let’s get back at it:
can’t let The Man keep me from my passion. He can bust my ass all day, Monday through Friday. But he can’t own me 24 hours a day. He can’t own my weekends. And most importantly, he can’t keep me away from Turkey Sandwiches.
This is a Turkey Sandwich from Shady Grove in Austin, TX.
They smoke their own Turkey in house. Shady Grove is one of my favorite places in Austin and I’ve been there dozens of times, but never had their Turkey Sandwich. The reason? Their Brisket Tacos are really good. But just like The Man can’t keep me down, Brisket Tacos can’t hold me me back from Turkey Sandwiches.
And with ppologies to Which Wich, who was nice enough to sponsor our Turkey Sandwich Report event at SXSW, I’m gonna say it: Shady Grove has the best Turkey Sandwich in Austin. They’re probably gonna put this on a t-shirt now.
A new tradition here on the Turkey Sandwich Report: A special report on Super Bowl Sunday – or as we like to call it: The Turkey Bowl.
We went all out this year. We ventured out in the snow to find the right bread, the right Turkey and the right toppings. The result is a monstrosity of a Turkey Sandwich. And let me tell you, we fucking killed it. This is a crazy good Turkey Sandwich. My only warning: be careful about over-toasting the bread.
It was 1993 and I was in college at Southeast Missouri State in Cape Girardeau, MO. I grew out my hair, rode a skateboard around campus and listened to “alternative” music. Grunge music was all the rage and a bunch of bands from Seattle who were supposedly “alternative” became the mainstream.
Bands like Pearl Jam, Nirvana, Soundgarden, Alice in Chains and Stone Temple Pilots got too big for me. I still had all of the CDs, but I wanted to be in the know, so I dug a little deeper and found bands like The Screaming Trees, Hammerbox and Mudhoney.
Fast forward 17 years later and I live in Seattle part-time and instead of spending my disposable income going out to see shows at the Showbox or Crocodile Cafe, I eat Turkey Sandwiches for fun. Instead of going out to the record store to hunt for some rarities, I search for new or out-of-the-way sandwich shops. A couple weeks ago a place called Delicatus opened up in Pioneer Square and burst onto the scene.
As an apparent honor to the Seattle music scene and one of those bands that didn’t quite make it into the mainstream, they named one of their sandwiches the Mudd Honey. This is one sick sandwich: Roast Beef, Turkey, slab Bacon and BBQ on French Roll. Amazing.
Even if you think Grunge sucks or if you don’t event remember what Grunge was, go out and get one of these sandwiches. Take it from this Grunge connoisseur, The Mudd Honey at Delicatus has a chance to be the Nirvana of Turkey Sandwiches.
A classic Turkey Sandwich meal. Toasted wheat bread. Some bacon. Provolone cheese and side of freshly cut fries. And to think this was sandwich was consumed in beautiful Eagle, CO.
Just one problem: I almost shit my pants before I got back home in Denver.
A recent business trip took me up to Gypsum, CO and we stopped in Eagle for lunch on the way back. I was super hungry and the sandwich was great. But right about the time we hit downtown Denver on the way back, I had a rumbling in my belly. We were only about 5 minutes from my house, but I was faced with a serious decision: do I tell my co-worker that I need to pull over in to Brothers BBQ because I need to shit, or do I wait it out until I get home. I decided to wait it out. Luckily we got a green light at 6th and Colorado or I might have regretted that decision.
But it really was a damn good Turkey Sandwich. I just can’t remember the name of that place.
Mrs. Turkey Sandwich went on a little road trip out to California this past week to visit some family and see how THEY do Turkey Sandwiches – specifically in Beverly Hills. I’ll sum it up for you in two words: they don’t.
Our first stop was this place in the heart of 90210 called Nate & Al Delicatessen. As we drove by, Mrs. Turkey Sandwich said, “Oh that place is really good! Expensive, but good.” So we stopped, parked and went in.
I’m not sure what it was about this place, but I just got a bad vibe. They had all of their blocks of meat out for clear viewing, but it looked gross. If we stayed, I knew I was going to get a bad sandwich and I was hungry enough to not be in the mood for any kind of sandwich shenanigans.
We left and walked down the street to another place called The Farm of Beverly Hills.
Again, we stopped by and checked the menu, but all they had was a faux Thanksgiving Turkey Sandwich. Nope, not in the mood. I did a quick search on my iPhone and it came up with a place called Sunset Deli. I’ve been severely intoxicated and had some good times on the Sunset Strip before, so that sounded perfect.
We hustled over to Sunset, parked the car and power walked down to the Sunset Deli. It was 4:05 pm and the only way we could get screwed on this one is if they were one of those “lunch only” kind of places that seem to be gaining in popularity. Well, fuck me with a chainsaw – wouldn’t you know it, they closed at 4 o’clock. To rub salt in the wound even a little more, they’re a Boar’s Head Deli. Son of a fucking bitch.
A Turkey Sandwich was not meant to be on this day and we had to eat at some shitty pizza joint that apparently thought it was cool to have the cast of Road Rules, Brody Jenner. Paris Hilton and a bunch of other D list celebs sign their wall with a sharpie.
Not all Turkey Sandwiches come from shit-hole delis, gas stations or dirt bag taverns. Even the Turkey Sandwich Report steps up in class every once in a while.
We really stepped it up last night in Seattle after seeing Ben Folds perform with the Seattle Symphony Orchestra, the TSR dined at local hot spot, Purple Cafe. Sure they offer “syrah poached mission figs with prosciutto di parma” and “roasted new zealand pork chops”, but they also offer a Turkey Sandwich.
This particular Turkey Sandwich comes with Harvari, crisp bacon (fucking good bacon, too), red pepper mayo and a nice mixed greens salad on the side. As you can see from the photo, it’s a nice presentation. I chose to pair my Turkey Sandwich with a nice Pinot Noir from Napa. I thought that the roasted turkey and salty bacon did a nice job of bringing out the citrus flavor of the dry pinot. Very nice.
See, even the Turkey Sandwich can class its ass up every once in a while. You didn’t think we had it in us did you?
Next up, we’ll be debating whether Turkey Bologna is really a Turkey Sandwich or Bologna Sandwich.