Garlic Noodle Sandwich
Buttery, garlicky, Parmesan-slicked noodles, the San Francisco kind people cross town for, scooped into a Dutch crunch roll. Coated not wet, so the filling holds and the crumb stays intact.
Buttery, garlicky, Parmesan-slicked noodles, the San Francisco kind people cross town for, scooped into a Dutch crunch roll. Coated not wet, so the filling holds and the crumb stays intact.
A Rochester Garbage Plate is a split bed of home fries and macaroni salad under two cheeseburgers or hots, flooded with spiced meat hot sauce, with white bread to mop. Trademarked 1992.
Ham, salami, and cantimpalo, a firm Spanish chorizo, pressed on ciabatta at Miami Cuban counters. Gallega means Spaniard in Cuban slang, a word Havana's Galician population made generic.
Fry bread used as sandwich bread with various fillings.
Lowcountry boil ingredients (shrimp, sausage, corn) on a roll.
Frito pie (chili over Fritos with cheese and onions) served on bread or bun.
Seasoned ground beef patty (sometimes mixed with chorizo) on a Cuban roll with shoestring potato sticks, raw onions, and ketchup; Cuban-A...
The fried scallop roll comes off the clam-shack fryer: day-boat scallops dried and fried whole to a crisp shell over a sweet plush centre, piled hot into a griddled split-top roll.
A bone-in pork chop seared on the flat-top, dropped on a plain bun it overhangs with mustard and griddled onions, eaten standing off wax paper. Chicago's Maxwell Street, bone left in for a handle.
Fried okra on French bread; vegetarian po' boy option.
BLT variation with fried green tomatoes instead of (or with) fresh.
A genre, not a recipe: a brined, breaded, craggy-fried fillet closed in a soft bun with flat dill pickle and a sauce kept off the crust. The build two chains went to public war over.
A fried fillet inside a warm, flaky buttermilk biscuit, codified into a category by Bojangles' and the biscuit-chain South. The Southern breakfast handheld that sat out the chicken-sandwich wars.
Beer-battered fried cheese curds on bread.
Cornmeal-crusted fried catfish on a bun with tartar sauce.
Pan-fried thick-cut bologna on white bread with mustard and pickles.
Beer-battered fried cod or perch on a bun; Wisconsin Friday tradition.
The bread is cooked twice: two slices dipped in custard and griddled in butter, then built into a sandwich whose sweet eggy shell is set against a salty center of egg, bacon, or ham.
Look past the beef to the small cup beside it; that cup is the sandwich. Thin roast beef on a French roll, jus served separate, so the eater controls the moisture one dunk at a time.
A slice of Swiss between beef and roll turns the dunk into two surfaces against the same jus: dunked bottom, sealed top, dial moved but still alive. At Philippe's it adds seventy-five cents.
Peanut butter on one slice, marshmallow creme on the other, pressed shut. The peanut butter waterproofs the crumb against the sweet Fluff; the result is soft on soft and tips clean over into dessert.
The fluffernutter as the New England regional reading: a Massachusetts statehouse argument, a Lynn-made marshmallow creme, and a school-cafeteria standing the grape-jelly version cannot quite match.
Dense Gulf grouper fried in beer batter or seared blackened, on a soft bun with tartar, slaw, and lemon: the Florida coast sandwich built around a fillet firm enough to demand it.
Five Guys's whole design is the press: two loose balls of chuck squashed thin on a flat-top, a free-toppings list on the wall, peanut oil through every fryer, since 1986 in Arlington.