Last night I had a mad craving for a steak bomb. One thing to remember about ordering any sandwich in Maine is that there will always be green peppers involved. It's one of those supposed local traditions that to me is quite loathsome. So I call in my order to Angelo's, a popular local venue. As I repeated no green peppers
to the guy, he asked if I wanted to substitute another item. I thought that was unusual and immediately thought of eggplant, one of my favorite grilled veggies.
So I get the large bomb home, unleash the aluminum foil and proceed to have a series of loud mouthgasms. I literally thought I'd died and taken a venerable old favorite to a new level in foodie heaven. I had finally achieved victory in the endless search for the most sublime sandwich. To me, anyway.
If you so inclined, give it a go. I'm thinking you'll be richly rewarded.