I told this story on Twitter just now, and after much searching discovered that somehow I have never told it on the blog. So:
I’m your huckleberry.
— Luther M. Siler (@nfinitefreetime) April 29, 2021
I went to college at Indiana University in Bloomington, IN. There was a sandwich place near campus (still is, actually) called Dagwood’s.
Dagwood’s was very popular because 1) Delicious and 2) they delivered until the wee hours of the morning. https://t.co/mXzrUS8344
I lived off of Dagwood’s sandwiches for four years and in particular off of one sandwich called the Supreme. Picture a sandwich that might be called the Supreme, then double the meat. Add some sauce, I dunno what kind but I loved it. Best sandwich ever.
— Luther M. Siler (@nfinitefreetime) April 29, 2021
Fast forward many years. I live in northern Indiana and have not been to Dagwood’s in quite a while, although I still go when I’m in Bloomington and get the chance.
— Luther M. Siler (@nfinitefreetime) April 29, 2021
I hear through the grapevine that a new sandwich place is opening up downtown.
It’s called Dagwood’s.
When I tell you that I monitored every scrap of information about this new restaurant that I could get, I am not kidding. We were there on opening day, midafternoon. Strangely, the place is nearly deserted, and they have a very different decor style from “my” Dagwood’s.
— Luther M. Siler (@nfinitefreetime) April 29, 2021
But no matter! I want a Supreme. I need a Supreme. I’ve been thinking about this for weeks.
— Luther M. Siler (@nfinitefreetime) April 29, 2021
I scan the menu and … this isn’t my Dagwood’s. This is just a place called Dagwood’s.
I have been cruelly fooled.
The cashier behind the counter watches me, and watches this drama play out on my face.
— Luther M. Siler (@nfinitefreetime) April 29, 2021
I make eye contact with her. I am struggling not to lose my faith in the universe.
She looks me dead in the eye and says “Let me guess. You went to IU.”
This had been happening all day.
I ordered something, I don’t remember what. It was fine, I suppose. I couldn’t just turn around and *leave*, that would have been … coarse.
— Luther M. Siler (@nfinitefreetime) April 29, 2021
The place closed a few months later, having disappointed half the college-educated citizens of South Bend.
The end.
I take it back. One more tweet. This is a Supreme. This is the sandwich to end all sandwiches.
— Luther M. Siler (@nfinitefreetime) April 29, 2021
I have not had one in years, and I swear to you that my mouth is watering right now. pic.twitter.com/iVRx5HhAiK
I gotta drive to Bloomington now. Back tomorrow.
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