The only time to eat diet food is while you are waiting for the steak to cook—Julia Child
Sometimes life gives you a little treat, my little treat came to me in the St. Paul Tavern.
This was not a Mediterranean Diet win for me, this was pure Americana pub food. Four guys having lunch after doing real man’s work. Well, two of the four did real man’s work, the other two watched real men work. However, I had a real man’s appetite.
This establishment evidently has been in the heart of this charming, small, southeast Indiana town since 1944. The place was busy for a late lunch with folks who enjoyed each other’s company.
The menu was large and honestly, I could have ordered anything. We had a hard time making a decision, for it all looked and sounded delicious, especially after a hard morning of watching hard work. We ordered an appetizer of fried mozzarella cheese balls with a cocktail sauce. There would have been a small utensil sword fight for the last remaining morsel if we weren’t so tired.
I ordered a pulled pork sandwich with a bourbon and sriracha sauce, fries, and slaw. Everything was good on this plate. My friend next to me ordered Val’s Chicken and an order of onion rings. Now the onion rings were the size of a small tractor tire and sitting right next to me. It was so hard not to grab one of those because they looked incredible. However since my friend hauled about 3000 lbs of rock on a four-hour trip up to a new house for me, I let him have them all, all the while hoping one would be left. Alas, there was no food left on any plate.
This was a really good pulled pork sandwich, especially with the bourbon and sriracha sauce.
If Rembrandt would have had these onion rings there would have been no portraits hanging in the hallowed museum halls of Europe because this would be his subject in paint.
If you find yourself in St. Paul, Indiana a good place to stop and eat would be the St. Paul Tavern for a really good taste of America and not the Mediterranean.