my favorite food
It comes from Paseo and it is called the Cuban roast sandwich. I have an unhealthy obsession with it. Toasted baguette, marinated and slow roasted pork shoulder, aioli, cilantro, pickled jalapeños, romaine, and caramelized onions. It is so unearthly delicious that sometimes, when I am eating it, I can’t believe that I am eating it. The taste can’t possibly be real it is that good. Sometimes while I am eating it I have to remember to breathe. You know what makes this sandwich so great? It’s the fact that every single bite is delicious. Even if you don’t get a piece of pork or cilantro or onion, every bite is still unwavering in its perfection. And although I have cursed the people of Paseo for keeping me on hold forever, having peculiar hours, being cash only, running out of baguettes often, and being closed for the entire month of January (Paseo clearly doesn’t give a shit about Capricorns), my arteries and waistline are thankful. It is also probably for the best that I don’t live or work anywhere near this place. Not only would I have died when the blood running through my veins was finally overcome by pork and aioli, but it would make enjoying a Paseo sandwich less of a special occasion. Knowing you’re about to get to put this sandwich in your mouth is analogous to a child knowing that Santa Clause is going to shower them with toys and sugar cereals (wait, Santa didn’t bring you Fruit Loops and Corn Pops?). You just can’t believe the day has finally come and the anticipation is crippling. Although for me, getting my hands on this sandwich takes thoughtful and careful planning. It usually requires either bribing someone with a car, planning my day around a bus or bike ride out to their Fremont location, or stealing a car in order to make it happen. I haven’t had to steal a car yet but I told you, I am sincerely obsessed. I am positive it would be worth it.