There it is, the best Prime Rib sandwich of all time, anywhere.  Served at Bandera on Michigan Avenue in Chicago, the bread is just gently buttery and the fries are perfectly crisp, but dense and chewy in the center.  The au jus is salty, but not overpowering, and the horseradish is sharp, but not too brutal.

 

These hidden American Treasures lie strewn about the country, waiting to be discovered as part of all manner of journeys.  I look forward to tomorrow’s new knowledge.