The Horseshoe Sandwich

Memo to everyone: Overpopulation is a myth. If you need somewhere to live, there's plenty of room in Illinois.



On a side note, at a very reliable recommendation, I stopped on my way from Chicago to St. Louis in a little town called Springfield (no, I didn't stop to see The Simpsons, smart-asses). Apparently, there is a delicacy little-known outside of Central Illinois called the "Horseshoe Sandwich."

Wikipedia Horseshoe Sandwich:



In an effort to cause as much coronary distress as possible within a week's time (read the last post), I decided to try it. Essentially what this magnificent mound of mashed meat consists of is two slices of Texas toast with two slider patties on top... then covered with french fries and some sort of creamy cheese sauce. Yes, that's correct: I said covered in FRENCH FRIES AND CREAMY CHEESE SAUCE. It was undoubtedly a great sandwich, however anyone who in their lifetime has consumed anything with "creamy cheese sauce" knows that you're not walking out of that establishment with a net caloric deficiency. I ordered mine with tomatoes on top, cuz that's how I roll, and needless to say I could hear my arteries telling me to go pound sand.

On to the 'Lou and the Budweiser factory - gotta refill my AMERICA mug.