I popped in with some friends from school after an arduous session of programming a processor. We’d all heard that the 12th Street Pub has a popular cheap-tacos affair on Tuesdays, so we made a Thursday trip (right?).
It took about five minutes before the “staff” paid us any attention. They seemed to be more interested in socializing with the foosball players. The menus strangely boldly claim that all their food is baked in convection ovens. But they also serve “paninis,” which no doubt will bunch Richard Ripshaw’s panties. After all, a singular sandwich is a “panino” and the plural is “panini.” What “paninis” are, and how one can make one in a convection oven, remains a mystery.
I chose the French dip. After a couple of apologies for being late with the au jus, our server ultimately copped that they had no au jus that day. He did offer to give me half off the sandwich. Ultimately, after the bill came with all items at full price, I talked them into giving me my whole sandwich for free. I’m just that persuasive these days.
The sandwich likely would’ve been alright with some au jus. I’ll likely never know.
I found out later that it is well known to not go to the 12th Street Pub on nights other than the taco Tuesdays.