Last weekend Brad Pitt and I flew back to Kansas City for my niece’s birthday. Fortunately, her birthday coincided with Easter so we basically snuck in a holiday while we were visiting.
Traveling now is not as easy as it used to be. In the past, we had automatic dog sitters anytime we wanted to go anywhere (AKA: my Mom & Dad) but now that we are in Pennsylvania and don’t know anyone, we have to board the pups. Which costs money.
But, if we had not spent the money on
- Airport Parking
- Car Rental
- Dog Boarding
- and Mini Liquor Bottles to Calm My Nerves
we would have missed out on the most amazing BLT in the world.
Brad Pitt and I have been going to The Peanut in Kansas City for years. On average, I would bet we ate there once a week because they have the best hot wings in town. In the world, really, but that’s not the point of this post. So, week after week after week, we ordered wings. And ignored the infamous BLT on their menu.
Yeah, people talked about it. Wrote about it. Raved about it. But we could never get ourselves to order one for fear of missing out on our hot wing fix.
Until our visit last weekend. We joined a group of friends and shared platters of wings & fries and when it was all said and done, Brad Pitt was still a little hungry so he ordered the grand master of BLT sandwiches. I was stuffed full of wings but when his plate hit the table I had to try it.
The photo definitely does not do it justice. There are actually stacks of bacon under the lettuce, thick juicy slices of tomato and shredded cheddar cheese (!!!!) And, it looks sloppy in the photo. Yeah, of course, its not like the ingredients all stay perfectly in place as you eat it. But no real sandwich accomplishes that feat. I just wish I had taken more time posing the BLT for the camera before it was devoured.
So, many MANY years and about $1,000 later, we finally had the best BLT in the world. Worth the wait and every penny.
Happy Sandwich Saturday!