Usually I share thoughts on a not to miss dish that I’ve discovered here in CoMo, but from time to time I’d like to mix it up with local foods made here in our city.
I became familiar with Alan “Patric” McClure about three years ago when I was seeking local products to feature at a blogger conference, and I must say it was love at first bite. You’ve probably seen his chocolate at the farmers market, your grocery store or favorite coffee shop. You may have read that the In-NIB-itable bar won the GOOD FOOD award or that he was featured on FORBES top 10 truly artisanal foods to try now. And then there were features of Patric Chocolate in Food and Wine Magazine, the New Yorker, FEAST magazine and dozens more. The word has gotten out, CoMo has an incredible chocolate craftsman with delicious bars.
So why have I chosen to feature Patric Chocolates? Not only are they incredibly authentic, made with great attention to detail and delicious. They are local-CoMo local. We should be proud of this not to miss chocolate bar and vote with our dollars not to mention there are some great new flavors in the lineup. Alan partnered with Kaldi’s Coffee to develop two original bars that are incredibly tasty, I personally love the Cappuccino bar-great for “white” chocolate lovers. New flavor mint OMG and pbj OMG also live up to their names. Quality bean to bar chocolate is a little luxury everyone can treat themselves to.











The Comoian: An Ode to Reuben
It’s Monday, but I don’t feel like complaining. We’ve got time before the whole world comes to an end later this year. So, I’ll complain about something next time.
For now, it’s time to talk about my only reason for living: Reuben Mondays at Sub Shop.
My first love was a red-headed boy with eleven toes and eighteen teeth named Reuben. Reuben was tall, like seven-foot tall and had the boniest elbows that would just make me purr with delight – like an alley cat in heat. With such large hands and feet, one would think that his head would also be large, but instead it was maybe the size of a softball. Still, I longed for the moments when Reuben would wrap his entire frame around my 4’10″, 90-lbs. body and scream sweet nothings into my ear with his raspy voice, unable to control his volume due to a neurological disorder caused by the power lines over his childhood home, hence my poor hearing.
I loved that boy. However, it was never meant to last as he died from a horrible accident, trying to surf down I-70 on top of his brother’s 1973 Dodge Dart. See, Reuben didn’t fit inside the car, so he rode on top (much like our [redacted] sessions). Damn that overpass!
After Reuben’s beheading, I was beside myself, not knowing how to honor his memory. Luckily, I discovered Sub Shop’s Reuben sandwhich. And even luckier – I am Vietnamese after all – I discovered that one can buy a half-Reuben (which is how I remember him), chips, and a soda for a measly $6.99!
That makes me want to [redacted] all over myself.
And I will be faxing my order today, along with a sixer of some Boulevard Wheat (slumming it at work today). You’ve got to have that Reuben on rye. It’s how our Lithuanian brethren from Omaha would have wanted it. Just don’t get the kraut and sausage sandwich, unless you like the feeling of a hundred-million dumpster fires leaking out your [redacted].
So, there’s my review. Thinking of sending it to Columbia Monthly Wedding Advertainment Magazine or maybe The Heartbeat so that I can get paid. What do you think? Do you have a favorite sandwich in town? Do you like the Reuben? Should I have gone with the vegetarian instead? Does Sub Shop really have the hottest buns? If so, why haven’t they asked me to be a spokesmodel? Do you like the feeling of a hundred-million dumpster fires leaking out your [redacted]? Will you go to Sub Shop based on my recommendation?
Feel free to print out my copy of the menu above. I’ve added some notes to help you with your order. Cheers!