I want to hear your stories.
In no order, for me:
- "The Duke" calzone, Sauce On The Side, St. Louis, MO. BBQ Chicken, Applewood Smoked Bacon, Corn Salsa, Smoked Cheddar, Mozzarella, Smoked Chili Oil. I sat there in pure bliss scarfing it down, in pure disbelief. It's amazing. I hope those of you in STL can try it sometime.
- Cinnamon Ice Cream, House Of Flavors, Manistee, MI. I was maybe 13, 14 years old, and during a family camping trip to Michigan, and we stopped at this awesome diner/ice cream shop in Manistee. For a place that had 100+ flavors and varieties of ice cream, the straight up cinnamon ice cream sounded unique and delicious. Got a giant portion in a waffle cone and even then as a young man, I realized that I was consuming something extraordinary. I don't know if it would hold up now, but at the time it was a revelation.
- Leftover Pizza & Cheesy Bread Assortment, Domino's/Chubby's Pizza, Charleston, IL. During a 4th of July party at my house back in...2007, maybe, we had upwards of 50-60 people at our scummy bachelor pad for what kids today would call a "banger." At the time, our main core of buddies knew a handful of people who worked for local pizza chains. While I was busy slugging down everclear+koolaid and keystone lights, they had kindly brought piles and piles of delicious pizza and cheesy bread orders that apparently they get quite a few of at the end of their shifts (cancelled orders, etc). Party raged on, I went to bed, and woke up with a hangover that could cripple a donkey. I waddle painfully to the fridge in the bright morning sun, open the door, and see the greatest sight: Box upon box upon box of leftover pizza and cheesy bread, nary of which had been eaten the night before. Apparently people just didn't give a shit and as a result we had the greatest of leftovers. As I ate, it was pure, pure ecstasy. Nothing does in a hangover like cold bread, cheese, and tomato sauce, all slathered in grease.
- Leftover steak on New Years Day 2009
- Cheese samples, Mars' Cheese Castle, 2012
- My grandma's spaghetti, multiple occasions
Let's hear yours, kids.