Friends, I have reached a milestone. No, I'm still not talking about my birthday, that's old news. Tomorrow, I will be embarking on my very first "dad-chelor" party. I'll be honest, I didn't know these existed (millennials amiright?) but when my college roommate calls the banners in celebration who am I to refuse? It couldn't have come at a better time because this weekend also happens to be the opening weekend of "bro lent." "What the hell are you talking about, misogynist?" exclaim the lovely, strong, independent women sitting in the front row. Well, many years ago, when I lived exclusively with my bros, we realized many of life's joys happen to fall around the same time of the year. The time when we finally escape winter's depressing winds and bring out our fresh throwback NBA jersey's during our first BBQ's. When we wake up at 8am for kegs and eggs wearing the only green clothing item we own to celebrate St. Patrick's day. And when we lose all of the money we saved not going out during the winter because we thought this could be the year Duke won't choke in the Elite 8. I'm talking the magical stretch that is March Madness, Baseball Opening Day and Wrestlemania; the start of the NBA/NHL playoffs and epic EPL title chases. If you are into any of these things, well I have good news for you because, today, I declare winter DEAD and usher in the Lenten season. You're welcome.
The Sinatra: Turkey, Swiss, Bacon, Lettuce, Tomato, Dijonaise
So what the hell does any of this have to do with Frank Sinatra? Well, this weekend the boys are heading to Atlantic City for the said dad-chelor party. For much of the 2nd half of the 20th century, Sinatra and his rat pack (there are sandwiches dedicated to rat pack members in coming weeks) were kings of Atlantic City (and Vegas), performing shows from the 500 Club (RIP) to the Sands Casino(also RIP), Steel Pier to the Convention Center. Anyone that has ever listened or have seen Sinatra perform (YouTube it, trust me), would never miss the unmistakable charisma, confidence, and charm the man exuded. He invented swag, and for that, we should all be grateful. Like ol' blue eyes, this panini is a classic. Nothing too crazy on here, a turkey and swiss with bacon topped with dijonaise. I really enjoyed this panini, and no it wasn't because I was also listening to Sinatra Live from Atlantic City in 1979 while I was eating it.
Rating: 7.7/10
Many of you didn't grow up listening to Sinatra and it shows, but it's never too late to start. Enjoy.
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