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When I was a kid, I only ate one kind of sandwich. Peanut butter and jelly. Yeah, I had unsophisticated taste buds back then. My parents couldn’t take me anywhere. They tried Chinese restaurants. They tried buffets. They even tried a restaurant that claimed to sell everything under the sun. But nobody sold peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I was a lost cause. Then Rascal House opened its first store in 1980. We jumped in the Gremlin and drove downtown to see what this place was all about. As luck would have it, Rascal House didn’t sell peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. But there was something about this place that made a 12-year old boy want to venture into a brave new world. A world with sandwiches that were bigger than fax machines and bolder than Evel Knievel. Dad ordered a Baked Meatball Sub topped with thick marinara sauce. He told me meatball subs put hair on his chest. That explained what might’ve happened to his back. Mom went with the Italiano. A blend of zesty capocollo, smoked ham, pepperoni, genoa salami, onions, banana peppers and provolone cheese. I told my parents I wanted the All American: thinly-shaved ham and oven-roasted turkey topped with provolone cheese. They nearly fell over. A tear rolled down Dad’s cheek. He squeezed me and said his boy was growing up. After 12 years of living on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches I was ready to grab life with two hands and let my taste buds go wild. Thirty-nine years later I’m proud to say I’ve eaten every sandwich on the menu at least a hundred times and I’ve got more hair on my chest than Burt Reynolds. But I guess what I really meant to say is this: it’s National Sandwich Month. Rascal House has 11 seriously substantial overstuffed subs and sandwiches. The next time your kids won’t eat anything but peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, bring them to Rascal House. Who knows, maybe they’ll get the All American. Or the Rascal Chicken Sandwich, Philly Steak Grinder, Gyro, Ham & Cheese, Turkey, Roast Beef, Veggie Grinder or, my personal favorite, the Rascal Burger. Or maybe they’ll want what my parents ordered so many years ago when this place first opened, a Baked Meatball Sub or the Italiano. Making earth-shattering decisions has never been so much fun!
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