Sunday, September 03, 2006

Calamari Steak Sandwich at Duarte's Tavern


Duarte's Tavern, Pescadero, CA



The Calamari Steak Sandwich


If you happen to search for "Pescadero, CA" in Google, you'll find that the first listing is for Duarte's Tavern.

There's a good reason for this.

Just east off the Pacific Coast ("Number 1") Highway, between San Francisco and Santa Cruz, population 670, Pescadero does not boom. It does not tremble with activity. It does, however, serve some of the best food in the U.S.A., at Duarte's Tavern.

My wife came across Duarte's in the book Roadfood, and by the description, the restaurant was well worth a stop. We were hungry and eager to tuck into a late lunch and the olallie berry pie we had read about.

Wood panelling everywhere. Cold, fizzy root beer. And artichokes. It was quickly apparent that we were in artichoke country.

I rarely ask wait staff for their opinion on items from the menu. With many summers spent in working in a restaurant, I understand the urge to rave about every item. (“The liver? Outstanding!”) But at Duarte’s, I needed some guidance if I was to take the leap into a calamari steak sandwich. The rave seemed genuine, and the waitress was spot on: it was tender and tasty. My favourite sandwich in a long time. Breaded and herbed up, on a French roll. And the olallie berry pie was like nothing I've had before.

Friday, September 01, 2006

Discovering Sandwiches


Interstate 5, just south of Seattle


Dusk on an Oregon highway


Cruising a speeder bike on the moon of Endor


Discovery Sandwich International has been absent from the table for too long. But for good reason: I've been combing the delis and cafés of North America in search of the greatest and best sandwiches.

A recent roadtrip down and up the Pacific Ocean coast revealed 4200 km of lunches, and I'm as prepared as mustard to share it all.

Soon.