From Wikipedia:

“According to Webster’s New MillenniumTM Dictionary of English, a Monte Cristo is a sandwich of ham, turkey, and Swiss cheese between batter-dipped grilled or fried bread.

The sandwich can differ regionally. Traditionally it is dipped in its entirety in batter and deep fried. In some regions of the United States it is served grilled, and in some regions it is served open faced with just the bread battered.

The sandwich is often served with fresh fruit or with Clotted Cream on the side. It is sometimes served with fruit preserves, powdered sugar, or sweet mustard sauce.”

Anyone ever have one of these? They’re delicious. I remember having one years ago, and they served it with powdered sugar sprinkled on top, and a side of pancake syrup. I’m not the only one who enjoys them like that, am I?

I didn’t think so. But I must have ordered my previous one in a different geographical region of the U.S., based on my experience last night.

My husband and I went out to dinner last night at a great neighborhood bar called Pam’s Pub (we go there once or twice a week – it’s where we hang). Bob always gets the plain hamburger, and I never order the same thing twice. Last night’s special was a Monte Cristo sandwich (it actually was the lunch special, but they forgot to erase it from the board and add the dinner special. I took advantage of their carelessness). I thought “Yum! French toast, ham turkey, swiss, and SYRUP!” I’m all about the sweet/savory combination.

When the order arrived, it looked great – batter dipped French toast, lots of ham and turkey, Swiss cheese melting off the sides, and…wait. What’s that? Russian dressing? Not on a Monte Cristo! I do like Russian dressing, but I was expecting syrup. Needless to say, I was disappointed. So, when the waitress came by to see how we were doing (calling my husband “Honey” the whole time), I asked her for some pancake syrup.

She looked at me strangely, gave my husband a “Good-Lord-why-are-you-with-her-when-you-could-be-with-someone-normal-like-me” look, and walked off to the kitchen. She returned shortly with a GIANT plastic industrial size jug of Mrs. Butterworth’s, laughing. Thanks a lot, smartass.

But, I got my pancake syrup, the rest of the bar had a nice laugh at my expense, and my Monte Cristo was perfect.

As Meg Ryan once said in some movie, “I like things the way I like them.”

Incidentally, the waitress is actually a very sweet person, and we left her a nice tip. Because I know we’ll be back again this weekend.

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