I Am Desperate for Italian Beef, and Let Me Tell You Why
Although I love NYC, I spent the first eighteen years of my life in Chicago. And, for the life of me, I can't find a single sign of an ITALIAN BEEF SANDWICH anywhere! The hot crusty garlic bread soaked with greasy juices, the spicy peppers sprinkled among heaping folds of meat, that first juice-dribbling bite … I need it. I need it now.