Our search for the Perfect Cuban Sandwich takes the long way home

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Persistence is the antidote to mortality.

I realize that’s a fairly dubious way to begin a food post, but hear me out por favor. Because me and Linds B learned the importance of persistence this week whilst firing up the Cuban Sammy search once again after a brief winter hiatus. We made way for the land of milk and cocoa- Hershey, Pennsylvania- to check out Philip Arthur’s. The quaint little cafe is a short stroll from Hershey Park, and it offers up a Cuban panini we decided to take for a ride.

We grabbed the lowdown on this rendition from the website and despite the fact they make their version on panini bread, we gave it our seal of approval. Flexibility has been the name of our game from the get, because playing by the rules is all well and good but tasty is always better.

The problem with this particular sandwich was simple. We never got to partake since Phillip Arthur’s was closed for renovations and Google didn’t happen to mention that little detail. So there we were, freezing our asses off as we trudged back to my car and deliberated our next move. All hope seemed lost . . .

Hey kids, here’s the dope about that hiatus I spoke of earlier: Unlike 1600 Pennsylvania, we want to be totally transparent as per all house business. These posts documenting our search for the Holy Grill of sacred tasty have not been brought to you in “real time”. Not exactly. There was some lag time, seeing as how we began posting our Cuban sammy adventures last fall on Facebook, and it was so much fun that we decided to make it a regular segment here at Sorryless. I’m happy to report that we are all caught up, and readying ourselves for the stretch run in our search. I realize this revelation is not scandalous or controversial, and for that we offer our sincere apologies.

With Phillip Arthur’s having harshed our mellow sufficiently, we made haste for an alternate locale where we could redirect our Cuban sammy adventures. Problem was, we didn’t have a backup plan so Linds took to Googling area joints in the hopes we could pin something down. We drove through Hershey and into Elizabethtown with no luck. Same thing with Mt Joy and Landisville. Nada Colada.

I hit the highway as we tossed around options and just when I was about to wave the white flag in surrender (Yep, TGI Fridays), Linds saved the day.

“I think I have something . . .” She said hopefully.

“Hit me with it,” I replied.

“Oh my fucking God, you’re not going to believe this!” She laughed. “There’s a place and it’s three minutes from my house . . .”

As expeditions go, I’m no Christopher Columbus. But hey, Christopher Columbus wasn’t really Christopher Columbus so there’s that.

I put together a Cuban recently when my pal invited me over so I could rescue a pork loin from the frozen tundra of his freezer and make something of it. As you can see, I went crazy with the pork- I reckon I put a pound and a half of pork in each sammy. But that’s only because I don’t believe in wasting food and it just killed me to think that he was probably going to make hash with the rest of it.

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Mad Chef Craft Brewing may be the new kid in town, but it’s catching up right quick. As per yours truly, it had two things working against it. For one, it’s one of those seat yourself joints where you place your order at the counter and then await your grub. I can never get comfortable in this kind of place. For another thing, it’s a craft brewery and I’m not the biggest fan of the Baskin Robbins Effect that has permeated the adult beverage scene.

But . . . beggars ain’t much for choosing, and besides, this place had a hum to it. We hit the counter and I asked the lovely young lady for two of her finest Cuban selections plus a recommendation from the beverage chalkboard. I ended up going with the Porter Rico- a brown beer with smooth tones and silky depth. I was digging the caramel swirls and chocolate dip of this malted roast . . so maybe there’s hope for me yet as far as this whole craft beer thing goes.

The plan was to partake of the sammys and then move elsewhere for a couple rounds of friendlies. Mad Chef was all about business, and man! Do they know their business when it comes to flavor. Less than ten minutes after placing our sandwich orders, our sammys were sitting on the table in a most delectable come hither pose. The blueprint was traditional goodness: slow roasted pork loin, ham, Swiss, pickles and mustard. The precious cargo was pressed to perfection on panini bread. How these mad scientists were able to construct this beautiful beast in such short order and make us feel like we were kicking back on South Beach with the real deal? Cosmically brilliant is what it was.

The Verdict

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Needless to say we were exhausted after our long way home trek to the latest sandwich grab, so we moved our business over to J.B. Dawson’s for a couple adult beverages. We had to map out our plans for the next adventure, whilst making certain we didn’t become overly reliant on Google for the win. So I went with the Cereal Killer- a White Russian topped with Cinnamon Toast Crunch. I’m never going back to whole milk for this favorite cereal of mine, which means that my mornings just got a whole lot more interesting.

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Linds went with a grownup drink called “You’re My Boy Blue”-  an electric lemonade rave party with vodka and curacao. Every sip is a spring time preview, every warm rush a summer’s dream. It’s how you go when you want to chase the blustery reign of winter into its corner for a time.

So that’s a take on our imperfect search for the Perfect Cuban sandwich. We hope you enjoyed it and that your food is tasty and your company sublime. And when the road starts feeling too long, just keep your eyes on the prize and be sure to verify your Google search.

Just saying.

 

 

50 thoughts on “Our search for the Perfect Cuban Sandwich takes the long way home”

    1. Sarah,

      Oh . . . ‘me Lord! It was so tasty! I switched to a Sam Adams for the next round because it was dangerously tasty and that’s no bueno if you ain’t got Uber lined up, lol.

      I wish I could pull a Churchill as far as drinking for breakfast, but alas, I must keep it on the straight and narrow. Because if I COULD, I would so be having at it with these tasty beverages for breakfast, lol.

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      1. Hey!
        It’s like my mom’s Xmas Eve punch. I always overdo it. But then I sleep over so it’s all good. But this… it does seem like a breakfast drink, doesn’t it? And Cinnamon Toast Crunch is awesome. I’ve got this recipe for Cinnamon Toast Crunch Cake I’ve been dying to try…

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      2. Nothing like a holiday party sleep in, is there?
        And if you try this Cinnamon Toast Crunch Cake, by all means please share the results? Pretty please with cinnamon toast crunch on top?

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      3. Not to be a wiseass here, but isn’t cake the special occasion? lol.
        I’m just messing witcha. But yes, I am hoping you enjoy a special occasion . . soon.
        Like . . . tomorrow, or soon.

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      4. Well, yes… cake is certainly a special occasion. But I have a self control problem with certain things, cake being one of them. I’ve got to have many people with whom to share or I could be in trouble… 🙂

        Oh… Valentine’s Day… (yuck)… I never get anything good for that. Maybe that’ll be cake day…

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      5. I share your self control problem. If food that was bad for me could somehow be good for me? Well, I would rock!
        Of course, with a time machine I could go to the future where such things are possible.
        Aaaaannnddd now I’m getting depressed and need to find some cake . . .

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      6. Chocolate always seems to win. It’s like the ultimate argument decider. Like, you’re entangled in a back and forth and the person goes . .

        “Uh no! Chocolate. . ”

        And that’s it. Game over.

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  1. I’m sitting here at 12:40 watching the pups play in the yard and wanting to eat my shoe. Not out of nothing to eat but just plain crazed with the desire to put my teeth in something. I’m glad the sammy in East Petersburg worked. Gotta go have lunch now. Hey, pups let’s go.

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  2. Although a good one, relating a sandwich to a sexy woman passing by is not fair! On a side note, in one of the early pics I wondered about the beer … and then you answered it later! 🙂 … Cheers! … FYI: Good song to close the post, but you need a new version (video unavailable).

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    1. That Linds B! Hahaha! Yeah, we were actually recreating the Uma Thurman cocaine in the bathroom scene as we enjoyed Mad Chef’s Cubano by exclaiming “Goddamn!”. She was probably on that tangent when she wrote the FB review.
      Thank you for the 411 on the video. I switched it out.
      Muchas gracias Frank!

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      1. I know you asked this somewhere (which I can’t find), but YES … Lachey’s has a Cuban Sammy … Here’s the description from the menu – Cubano Sandwich: pulled pork + smoked ham + swiss + provolone + pickles + dijonnaise

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  3. Bwahaha…Cereal Killer. I’ll never look at Cinnamon Crunch the same way again. Sounds like you guys hit the motherlode, despite Goggle who I personally think is the devil in the world of technology. Even as a vegetarian, that sammy looked good to me. Bravo.

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    1. Yes, you’re right . . cinnamon toast crunch has changed forever in my eyes. And really, for the better.
      Google IS the devil. They don’t even try to hide it! lol
      The sammy was a score, and wow! Color me shocked as all get out that we found it by mistake.

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