The name alone was what drew me to try this place, In the general vein that;
“The bourgeois is the average man who does not accept to remain such and who, lacking the strength sufficient for the conquest of essential values – those of the spirit – opts for material ones, for appearances”
I hoped that it would be a somewhat seedy establishment of bloated red faced middle class men drinking port and stuffing sweaty cheese and french pastries into their bulging cheeks like hamsters, their coat buttons straining to keep in their portly overfed bellies.
But in reality it was the reviews of great sandwiches that led me down to Fullerton to find the place. There was also perhaps an imaginary suggestion of a great unbeatable toasted cheese sandwich of which I had a distant recollection. Sadly that was a forlorn hope and a treat that did not reveal itself on this occasion.
They had lots of sandwiches listed on their chalkboard, too many to be honest, and too many random names to fully contemplate and take in such as “The Sun also rises”, “Pilgrims Progress”, “The Great Gatsby”, “The Hobbit” to name just a small sample. As an Englishman I had to go for the “Henry the Eighth” but apart from the fact that it had beef in it I cannot fathom the connection to the name.
The description was “God Save The King.With Both Smoked Ham & Roast Beef, Both Swiss & Cheddar Cheese, Tomatoes, Red Onions, Romaine Lettuce & Very Mild Horseradish Mayo.on a Crusty Sourdough Baguette.” for $7.45 a little pricy but not bad really for what it was taste and quality wise.
It was pretty good apart from the bread being a big hard for English teeth to deal with. It also came with the random pickle. For the record I agree with Mitch Hedburg who said “I think pickles are cucumbers that sold out, they sold their soul to the devil..” and also for the record I have absolutely no idea who Mitch Hedburg is.
Located at 738 W Fullerton Parkway, Chicago Il, 60614 about 10 mins walk east of the Fullerton el.