Friday, September 18, 2009

No brother I'm from the planet earth

I live in a transient city, that being most the people here were born elsewhere and moved here. It creates for some varied I suppose, but what it really creates is annoyance. Everybody is from somewhere, and I suppose if I left Phoenix I would bring with me "elements" of Phoenix, I would defiantly bring my fond memories and my bad memories. A place does create who you are to a certain extent, at least that is what I am currently thinking. But the non natives in Phoenix sometimes, actually alot of the time anny me.

I was at an establishment called "Taste of Chicago" eating a veggie burger which didn't taste like "chicago" whatever the hell that means. The place is under new ownership and this portly fellow came in and ordered like two hotdogs and a beef sammie. He then looked at the newly bare walls and asked if this place was still Chicago owned (it is not) and he was upset. I am sure they still make there hot dogs with celery salt and whatever is on a Chicago dog, I mean, you don't have to be born in Italy to make good pizza, why do you have to be from Chicago to make a hot dog? He was upset that all the tacky Chicago sports crap was gone.

I suppose that if I moved and they had a Phoenix Suns burrito place where ever I was I would go to it, unless the food sucks, but its not like there is only one place in Phoenix that has Jordan and Cubs crap in the 2 Dogs and Beef sammies guys case. Does that make Chicago culture, sports stuff? I don't really think so, I think it is a step below being a chillis with stupid shit on the walls, but the sports stuff means something to this guy.

I have been to Chicago, three times one summer actually, so I got to experience the place sorta well over three months. Not really experience it, but more than I know Miami Florida so yea. Anyway, the Pizza there wasn't as good as some places I have had in Phoenix, the sports crap wasn't everywhere, it was nothing like a taste of Chicago. Loren told me the food in Greece wasn't as good as Sabas here in Phoenix, so whatev'...places shouldn't be categorized by food. But what should they be...the people, all the people I have met from boston were nothing like the people I met in Boston, people from California...all they talk about is how much they love California...New York...who cares/knows.

Somewhere along the road here I have lost track about my point in this blog, but it had something to do with same shit different place crappier food. Or we are all gods it wasn't that...I don't know.

My friend the easy Mac, Il BLZ has a blog, I am following it, you should read it. Penelope is pulling her self up on everything, and she eats well and she is cute, but what baby isn't, my friends SHay and Jera had a kid, Petra Arden Mehrdad, they have a blog, read it.


Friday, September 4, 2009

#1 with a bullet

I was/am a minor culinary celebrity in North Phoenix. I spent somewhere around 8 years working at a Blimpie, and during the Swan Song years I was paired with the other half of the sandwich A team. Me and my friend Saran were the most deadly sandwich tandem ever assembled. This is being braggadocio or hyping myself up, its just facts. Get me around a roll of bread, meat, cheese, condiments and magic happens.

It wasn't out of love for sammies, which I have, that I developed such precision, it was multiple reasons:
A) I had video games, movies, skateboarding, newspapers, soduku, philosophy, chess to get back to and I had no time to be effing around with sandwich's.
B) We/I was a grown man doing teenager work

Now go to any subway and you will get a crap sandwich with crappy service with shitty people in line with you, its a fact. Go to a deli and you get a good sandwich, but who the hell goes to delis, that is what made the A-Team so special, we were quick service, delicious, perfect symmetry sandwiches with out the BS. Now, the service at this particular Blimpies wasn't award winning, we hardly made eye contact and barely spoke to you in a volume above mumble, so I don't really know what all our customers look like. this has come into play several times over the years and the main reason I know I am a famous sandwich artist.

Case 1:
I was at a subway watching some crackhead com[plenty eff up my sandwich, I was in disgust, and I looked over to a person smiling at me.
"you would never make such a horrible sandwich"
followed by
"this person makes wonder full sandwiches at 40th St and Thunder bird Blimpie, that is why I am here, he isn't working"

Weird right

Case 2:
I was at a cousins and ordering a sandwich and when I went to pay
"we know of you, its on us"

WTF! Right

Now, we had tons of customers who would compliment our grinder stylee at the work place, this was understandable, we were in our element, its the out of work place compliments that are weird.

Case 3:
I haven't worked at Blimpie in over a year, but today I was at another Blimpie by my work in Scottsdale (they know my order when I walk in, they are owned by an Indian couple, they are dead as hell, where do I apply?) and the person in front of me asks if I could jump around and make is sandwich one last time (he was only kinda joking) and I was flabbergasted. I turned red and everyone in the place started talking and he explained how I make the best sandwich's and bla bla bla, any way...weird right?

There is plenty more to tell you about Blimpie, like how Shane was the only constant in Roast Beef Surfer guys life, but those will be saved for later, and maybe over at, but just remember, when you roll with me, you roll with the oil to North Phoenix sandwich vinegar.