AKA The Roethlisburger, named after the youngest-ever-Super-Bowl-winning quarterback of the Pittsburgh Steelers, the winningest rookie QB ever, and also the holder of the best record for any quarterback in his first five years in the NFL, my man and yours, Ben Roethlisberger.
Your feeling about the man himself aside, this is a beautiful sandwich. As Peppi’s describes it themselves, “a sausage and burger juggernaut topped with egg, american cheese.” Peppi’s is great at combining 2 different meats to outstanding effect (see the Big Nate - a chicken and steak combo - and well named, to boot), and the #7 carries on the tradition, like James Harrison as a Steelers LB. It’s been a city favorite since it debuted Big Ben’s rookie year, and going on a Friday before a big game (like today) is always a bit of an ordeal. We’ve figured out to order early, and go pick it up (we’re geniuses, by the way).
And this is the goodness that ensued:
(not my picture, I can’t take credit for it. I had no camera, other than my dreadfully not-as-cool-as-an-iPhone phone)
Fresh bread, slightly spicy sausage, and surprisingly good tomatoes all put into perfectly proportioned, very well crafted sandwich form. I think that last part is an important aspect of what makes Peppi’s Old Tyme Sandwich Shop great (aside from the “y” in Tyme), and that’s craftsmanship. The sandwich doesn’t come close to falling apart. And I was watching the kids put them all together. They care. It’s like it’s their life work. Peppi’s might be more Pittsburgh than Primanti’s. Actually, not might be, is.
5 out of 5 frilly toothpicks.
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01.16.09 | Permalink |
I don’t know if this is a good or bad omen, but this article and the accompanying photo mark the first time since my move to Pittsburgh that I have yearned for a multi-meat sammich. Touche, cholesterol… touche.
Where’s the love to Steelers’ punter Mitch Berger? He should have a sandwich called, aptly, the “Mitch-burger.”
Unfortunately, the Mitch-burger would only be about half as good as any other burger in the league, and would make you lose the field position battle.
Sorry for the lack of metaphors, he just was not very good.