BIDDEFORD — There is an implied contract between a diner and a restaurant when one orders a sandwich. It involves the ability to eat said sandwich with one’s hands, unless it is described as an open-faced sandwich, which then suggests a knife and fork might be necessary.
Last week, I made my first stop at Cobblestones in Biddeford, a very nice lunch and dinner place right on Main Street in the heart of what is fast becoming a very hip and happening downtown. It’s a beautiful restaurant: Exposed brick walls, high tin ceilings and a nice array of small high-top tables and larger lower tables. It is clean, inviting and warm, which is very nice during these cold winter days.
Off a neat and well-lettered chalkboard menu, I ordered the hot Boston brisket pastrami sandwich, served with Swiss cheese, caramelized onions and deli mustard, grilled panini-style on marble rye ($8.49). I also asked for a cup of sweet potato corn chowder ($2.99), which tasted as good as its name implies. More on that in a moment.
The sandwich was simply too much for the rye. It began falling apart even as I unwrapped it from the paper it was in. The bottom side of the bread stuck to the paper and pulled away.
I did my best to hold it together, but as I hoisted it mouthward the whole thing fell apart on me, leaving onions, pastrami and pieces of bread to fall to the wrapper below. I reassembled what was left of the bread and tried another bite. This time, I got a mouthful of very tasty, succulent pastrami, but it was ringed by a good-quarter inch of fat, which made it difficult to bite through.
I attempted a bite, and was left with meat hanging from my mouth. I’m glad I was dining alone. This sandwich was a mess.
Having said all that, I give props to Cobblestones. Everything tasted very good.
The pastrami was tender and juicy, the cheese melted just right, I loved the onion and I truly appreciated the quality of the bread.
I wish two things: I wish somebody had trimmed the fat from the pastrami and I wish the chef had used a thicker cut of marble rye to stand up to the rigors of a hungry diner. As good as the sandwich tasted, it was impossible to enjoy.
My frustration was further compounded by the fact that the napkin dispenser at my table didn’t work. I had to take napkins from an adjacent table to wipe my hands and face, and went through a good half-dozen napkins for the half sandwich that I managed to eat. The other half, I took home.
The chowder on the other hand, was pure joy. I loved the sweet potato and corn chowder. It was hot and semi-spicy, and perfect for a bone-chilling winter day. I ate every bite, with enthusiasm. The bites of sweet potato were large and cubed, and the corn was plentiful. It was thick and yummy.
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