Meat for Dinner
Our neighbor has been talking about a store in our neighborhood called "Handy Mart". "They have the best tri-tip steak," she said. For months we've been talking about trying it out. Tonight, we did just that.
Smoke trails greeting us as we pushed our car through the crowd of mesmerized people. Yoshi's eyes grew tenfold seeing mounds of various kinds of meat peek out through the smoke. We had to maneuver around the other cars to find a place to park, which Yoshi seemed to find difficult, distracted by the prospect of burnt flesh on the grill.
We gazed longingly at the cooking tri-tips and then headed in to the deli, where we ordered sandwiches. Yoshi ordered the tri-tip sandwich. They handed it to him right away. Every other person who arrived after us, asked for a tri-tip. Not the sandwich; a complete tri-tip steak. It was handed to them promptly. Tri-tip after tri-tip was exchanged over the silver counter-top between the butchers and the patrons.
Yoshi wasn't the only guy drooling over his new acquisition. The store, which was otherwise a normal grocery, was teeming with guys. I have never seen so many guys lined up at a grocery cashier. Each was armed with his tri-tip wrapped up in white paper, clearly marked with a tri-tip sticker and a price.
We unwrapped the white bundles at home. Yoshi's sandwich, the tri-tip sandwich, smelled scrumptious. As he opened it, I could see the testosterone flowing through his veins, as his eyes rolled into the back of his head on the first bite. My sandwich was the roast beef, and I could only eat half of it. Even that was difficult. But being that it was so tasty, I was compelled to finish at least half.
Cameron and Allison had turkey and beef, but were unable to fully appreciate how wonderous these meat sandwiches were. We wrapped up the leftovers (Yoshi had none), and we put them in the fridge, eagerly awaiting lunch the next day.
Soon after dinner, Yoshi fell into a deep, unexpected sleep. I ask now, how can I compete with a pile of barbequed tri-tip on bread? I suppose having found this restaurant will be bitter sweet for me, at least on Saturdays.
The place, is in Burbank. It's called Handy Market, and their tri-tip meat sandwich is only available on Saturday. They also have several other kinds of meat available from the grill. Go there!
Smoke trails greeting us as we pushed our car through the crowd of mesmerized people. Yoshi's eyes grew tenfold seeing mounds of various kinds of meat peek out through the smoke. We had to maneuver around the other cars to find a place to park, which Yoshi seemed to find difficult, distracted by the prospect of burnt flesh on the grill.
We gazed longingly at the cooking tri-tips and then headed in to the deli, where we ordered sandwiches. Yoshi ordered the tri-tip sandwich. They handed it to him right away. Every other person who arrived after us, asked for a tri-tip. Not the sandwich; a complete tri-tip steak. It was handed to them promptly. Tri-tip after tri-tip was exchanged over the silver counter-top between the butchers and the patrons.
Yoshi wasn't the only guy drooling over his new acquisition. The store, which was otherwise a normal grocery, was teeming with guys. I have never seen so many guys lined up at a grocery cashier. Each was armed with his tri-tip wrapped up in white paper, clearly marked with a tri-tip sticker and a price.
We unwrapped the white bundles at home. Yoshi's sandwich, the tri-tip sandwich, smelled scrumptious. As he opened it, I could see the testosterone flowing through his veins, as his eyes rolled into the back of his head on the first bite. My sandwich was the roast beef, and I could only eat half of it. Even that was difficult. But being that it was so tasty, I was compelled to finish at least half.
Cameron and Allison had turkey and beef, but were unable to fully appreciate how wonderous these meat sandwiches were. We wrapped up the leftovers (Yoshi had none), and we put them in the fridge, eagerly awaiting lunch the next day.
Soon after dinner, Yoshi fell into a deep, unexpected sleep. I ask now, how can I compete with a pile of barbequed tri-tip on bread? I suppose having found this restaurant will be bitter sweet for me, at least on Saturdays.
The place, is in Burbank. It's called Handy Market, and their tri-tip meat sandwich is only available on Saturday. They also have several other kinds of meat available from the grill. Go there!