Milano’s Subs and Pizza

It is no secret that I heart sandwiches. This past November Tommy and I traveled to New York and Philadelphia, two sandwich Meccas. When in Philly Tommy’s brother, Afro Cap, took us to Geno’s and Pat’s two competing cheese steak houses in the city. Both of these restaurants use CheezWhiz to make their steaks. I will say they are absolutely the best cheese steaks I have ever eaten. So when local sandwich restaurant Milano’s introduced a cheese steak with ‘Whiz on it instead of the ordinary provolone I was thrilled.

Today was the day I gave the Milano’s version of this classic a whirl. The sandwich is called the big cheesy. It is Milano’s regular cheese steak but smothered in CheezWhiz. Milano’s bread and steak are both very good and on par with Pat’s or Geno’s but I will say that the bread in Dayton tends to be a little more dense and with a thicker crust. The big difference between the two camps is in the toppings. A true cheese steak ala Pat’s or Geno’s is simply steak thinly sliced or chopped, super soft bread, onions, and CheezWhiz. Milano’s makes the mistake of topping their sandwich with lettuce, tomato, and grilled peppers in addition to the onion, steak, and cheese. This is where the sandwich falls short. The veggies get in the way of what makes a cheese steak great-cheese and steak. Next time I will order the big n’ cheesy with out the extra toppings and we will se if it truly measures up to the real deal.

While I love Milano’s and it is a Dayton institution they might need to take a trip to S. 9th St. in Philadelphia to get a little bit of sandwich knowledge! Six out of ten.

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Christopher's Restaurant, Kettering Ohio

When you go get the whole Canterbury Chicken Salad and ask for it hot...EPIC!

Thai namtip, West Side Cincinnati

This entry is a little late but two weeks ago Stacie and I traveled to Cincinnati to celebrate Graham’s, my sister Samantha’s boyfriend’s, birthday. My brother Ben and his wife Amy joined us. Graham decided he wanted to go to a Thai restaurant on the west side of Cincinnati called Thai namtip.

Upon arrival we were met with the usual Asian restaurant dining room décor; elephants, bamboo screens, and pictures of the owner’s country. We greeted Graham and Samantha and started to peruse the menu. Standard Thai fare like Pad Thai and Pad See Ew were available in addition to the usual spring rolls, curries, and Thai fried rice. We ordered several appetizers including vegetable spring rolls, dumplings, and fried tofu. All of the appetizers were well done and enjoyed by the table. As far as entrees go I ordered crispy duck with cashews. I enjoyed my dish; it was flavorful and well cooked. The problem I had with it lies in the spice level. Our server explained Thai namtip’s spice scale from one to ten, ten being the hottest and one being mild. I like spicy food but when it becomes so hot that it over powers the rest of the dish I don’t enjoy it. I ordered a level three for my duck. This was way too mild. Ben and Graham ordered their stir-fries at a level seven and upon tasting Ben’s curried beef I could have ordered a seven or above. The great thing about Thai food is the perfect balance between spicy, sweet, fresh, salty, and savory. If one of those things is out of balance, too much or not enough, the dish falls short. The flavors in this dish were good but it was way too mild. As you can see from the pictures the girls all seemed to be happy with their meals although Amy and Stacie had the same criticism of the spiciness that I did. We gave Graham his presents, which he enjoyed, and we decide to cap off our Thai meal with Dairy Queen.

Blizzards, cones, and slushies were had all around. DQ never fails to deliver. The dessert was a nice way to end our visit. Everybody enjoyed spending time together, Graham liked his presents, and we had a good time, even if we were on the west side of Cincinnati. Thai namtip six out of ten, Dairy Queen ten out of ten. PS- “R U MY KID”

Loteria, Farmer’s Market, Los Angeles California

Tacos are something I really enjoy but don’t think of as being very versatile. I am a midwestern boy and tacos are filled with ground beef, cheese, lettuce, and salsa. I have started to revise my view on this through such chefs as Rick Bayless, and now I have one half of my LA hosts to thank for broadening my view of the ubiquitous taco. Stephanie and I went out shopping at the Farmer’s Market and in Beverly Hills while Ian and Aaron went to the studio to record some drums for a film score Aaron is working on. We strolled leisurely around the market taking in the sights and sounds of a truly great open-air public farmer’s market, the kind I wish we had in Dayton, and really enjoyed ourselves. There are shops covering a lot of geography and even more culinary ground, I was in heaven.

Stephanie informed me, “You have to eat at Loteria, they have the most amazing tacos!” To be honest I was not really in the mood for tacos given my perception but I was willing to give it a go. When a Guatemalan girl says, “Eat a taco here, they are great” you do as your told. And so we ordered. I ordered three different tacos, as I wanted a well-rounded view of this little taco stand. I got the chicken and chorizo (not surprisingly), the braised shredded beef, and on Steph’s suggestion, the potato and goat cheese. To drink I ordered horchata a Mexican rice drink, similar to a milk shake. The beef taco was about what I expected, tender and rich, with a fair amount of chipotle heat, the chicken taco was also braised and was aided in flavor by the addition of chorizo which was really tasty. I will say that I have eaten a lot of chorizo in my life and a lot on this trip and LA certainly has the finest chorizo I’ve ever had and some of the best Latin American food I’ve ever had outside of Latin America. Lastly, we come to the potato taco. I was hesitant about this and if Steph had not intervened in my order I never would have had this wonderful experience. The potatoes were cooked just to the point if being mash-able then they were dressed with fresh cilantro and lime. The whole thing was topped with a mild and salty goat’s cheese that added some much needed salt, fat, texture, and dimension to the taste of this little wonder. All of these tacos were wrapped up in housemade corn tortillas hot off the grill. I am in love with this taco stand. I demand a Dayton outpost of Loteria soon be opened adjacent to or in conjunction with Mexi-Hole!

Shopping, tacos, food porn at the Farmer’s Market, Ralph Lauren in Beverly Hills, all made this day great and it was certainly a high water mark for the whole trip! Ten out of ten!

In-and-Out Burger, Westwood, California

OK I’ll just get it out of the way now. In-and-Out burger is featured prominently in one of my favorite films, The Big Lebowski. So it was with great pleasure that I was able to scarf at this west coast fast food restaurant. I as a rule don’t eat fast food except for a kryptonite-like weakness for Taco Bell but for In-and-Out I made an exception. When in Rome.

Ian had been admitted to UCLA and said he was hungry for a cheeseburger. When your friend is in the hospital and they request a cheeseburger you comply. Stephanie and I returned to the cafeteria that served me an awful burrito only to find it closed so we ventured, with help from the GPS, to In-and-Out Burger in Westwood. Neither of us had ever been to this fast food restaurant so we were not familiar with the ordering etiquette or set up. There was a young man waiting on the street with an electronic clipboard and he was very eager to explain the menu. It is quite simple, one, two, or three burgers on a bun, lettuce, tomato, onion, cheese, and “special sauce”, which is similar to Big Mac sauce. Fries, Coke products, and shakes round out the menu. He took our order effortlessly and sent us to the window to pay and collect our dinner.

I ordered the Three by Three. A triple burger with all the trimmings, For Ian we got the Double Double their famous double stacked cheeseburger, and Steph order the single as she is not a glutton and she is a girl. Fries and Cokes all around were also bought. After we smuggled the food back into the ER we started to chow down. This burger was mammoth and I was immediately pleased. Juicy, flavorful, greasy, and totally bad for you, it had all the makings of a great burger. When I say “bad for you” I mean the kind of thing where you are eating it and you know it is going to kill you, add inches to your waste line, and destroy your gastro-intestinal track but you eat it like a death row prisoner on suicide watch’s last meal because you are compelled to do so by some other worldly force sent by the cheeseburger Beelzebub. You know, that kind of thing. The fries were in my opinion sub par and the Coke was good in that I only drink like two Cokes a year. Everyone seemed to enjoy the meal and it brightened Ian’s spirits so it was worth the adventure to get it. As Ian was being transferred to his room the nurse informed us that we had to put the fries into a bed pan if we wanted to take them with us. I could not resist taking a picture of French fries in a bedpan. I have the maturity of a ten-year-old boy. In-and-Out Burger is one of those things that can now be crossed off my list of places to eat at and given the havoc it brought to my stomach I don’t think I will be returning anytime soon. But the gastric distress I experienced was worth it in light of the tastiness of this fast food icon’s burger. Eight out of ten.

Lunch at UCLA Medical Center Cafeteria, Westwood, California

My little buddy Ian got very sick on our last full day of vacation, so much so that we had to take him to the emergency room. Not being one to waste an opportunity I thought we should all eat some lunch before the triage nurse sent us to an actual room so I traveled to the cafeteria.

I found a host of offerings in this posh setting (yes a hospital can be posh, note the valet parking picture!) For Ian and Stephanie I decided on grilled cheese sandwiches and fruit salad, which looked a lot better than my Pollo Loco burrito, and in hind site that is what I should have ordered. But a blog is a cruel mistress and I wanted to eat something interesting for you my devoted fans.

The burrito was dry, under seasoned, and over processed. It was a sizable burrito but all it did was make me miss Chipotle on Brown St. Pinto beans, guacamole, shredded chicken, guacamole, “salsa”, and rice were the ingredients in the meal. Of all the disappointing fillings the salsa was the worst. It was, to the best of my knowledge, pureed canned tomatoes. No seasoning, no peppers, no onion, NO FLAVOR! While the hospital was nice and I believe Ian is getting some great care the food there is abysmal. One out of ten.

Pink’s Hot Dogs, Hollywood, California

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Some people remember where they were the first time they saw their spouse or where they were when Kennedy was assassinated. For me I will always remember the day I ate at Pink’s Hot Dogs in Hollywood. I have to say that this is a true Mecca for the art of encased meats. I felt inadequate to the task, the meal was so built up in my head that I felt I might order incorrectly or not get the full wiener experience. I was wrong; this was without a doubt one of the greatest meals I have ever eaten in my life. I have dined at some really high-class places like Charlie Trotter’s and Spago but this was an experience I will not soon forget. For me Pink's is on par with all the fancy restaurants and celebrity chef nonsense that I buy into. When you’ve been serving hot dogs since 1939 you pick up a few tricks! The line down the street is a testament to the greatness of the food.

Upon arrival at Pink’s one is struck by the line, it is literally down the street, probably seventy-five people deep. The food was worth every minute of waiting! Although cranky, Ian could not squelch my enthusiasm. For a half an hour we stood in line and mauled over the sizable menu. Hot dogs in three different lengths, six, ten, and twelve, inches topped with a myriad of different toppings that included: pastrami, sauerkraut, mustard, jalapenos, cheese, chili, onions, peppers, and coleslaw. I felt as though I could really botch my order and ruin my Pink’s experience. After much indecision I settled on the following order:

One Pastrami Rueben Dog
One Chili/Cheese/Bacon Burrito Dog
One basket of Onion Rings
One Stretched Chili Dog with Onion (for Ian)
One Basket of Onion Rings (for Ian)
One Dr. Brown’s Cream Soda (for Ian)
One Orange Crush
Total Price-$23.28

When we sat down I was overcome with joy looking at the delights I was soon to ingest. I could barely contain myself while photographing the meal. I felt it necessary to call my brother Ben several times and let him know about the progress we were making in regards to the hot dogs, he was appreciative of course. I started with the more traditional Rueben dog. The pastrami was hot off the grill and a perfect match to the tartness of the kraut. The dogs at Pink’s are all beef kosher dogs so that have that characteristic snap and deep beef flavor of a great wiener. As you can see from the pictures I was very happy.

Then came a hot dog that I can only describe as life changing. Two all beef kosher dogs smothered in chili, wrapped in bacon, topped with cheese and onion and stuffed into twelve-inch flour tortilla and grilled. This my friends is the burrito dog. A behemoth by anyone’s standards and a belly buster after you’ve already devoured half a basket of onion rings and an entire Rueben dog. But I am a man of conviction and I went to work. I came to Hollywood for a reason and I intended to take this monster down. I had to formulate a game plan, this thing is huge, I mapped my course and I began. I dove in with a twinge of fear I don’t often encounter when dealing with sausages of any kind. As I ate I was more pleased with every bite. As the sense of fullness hit my brain I soldiered on. I fought the good fight; I beat Pink’s hot dogs! I ate the burrito dog and it was everything I could ever imagine. Fatty, rich, spicy, greasy, cheesy, and huge!
Today I went to Pink’s Hot Dogs in Hollywood California; I will never again be the same person! Eleven out of ten! As I reread this I tear up a little bit...