Last Friday I went up to Minneapolis to meet with my friend K, who was treating my brothers and me to a Twins game. We stayed for all thirteen innings, easily the longest game I've attended in some years. It was really nice talking with K, who grew up with Pops Hayes and remained good friends right up until Pops' passing.
As great as it was to see the Twins beat the Astros in a slap fight, the food I ate on Friday and Saturday was far better. Friday lunch was a Jucy Lucy and Grain Belt at Matt's. Friday supper was pot roast and a fantastic Arnold Palmer at Modern Cafe. Saturday breakfast with my Uncle Sam was the Hippie Pancakes, hashbrowns, and coffee at Hazel's Northeast. And Saturday lunch was bành mí and iced coffee at Pho Tau Bay on Eat Street with a cousin.
So, when Mrs. Hayes mentioned wanting sandwiches on crusty bread for supper last night, you can see where my thinking was headed - bành mí từ Wisconsin (Wisconsin bành mí). Or, at least what I figure might be a reasonable attempt at such a dish.
