Americana

Today I am on my way to St Louis with my parents and my girlfriend for the Rams and Colts football game. We stopped in a little town of Litchfield about 30 minutes south of Springfield on Interstate 55. This is only significant because we stopped for lunch/breakfast and it was amazing. We stopped at a small bakery/diner called Jubelt’s Bakery. It was what my Grandpa would refer to as Americana. We walked in and passed the bakery that was full of Halloween cookies, pies, and other assorted pastries. But I wasn’t there for dessert. I was on a mission to have some good home town cooking. Everyone else ordered breakfast but I could not turn away from the home made pork tenderloin.

The sandwich was not like any other tenderloin I had ever had before. Usually when I think tenderloin I think of the large flat pressed meat patty that sticks out 3 inches from the bun in all directions. But not this tenderloin. This sandwich was the loin in its natural form. It was all the same size as a normal tenderloin but this was thick and about the size of the bun. It was served with lettuce, tomato, onion, and honey mustard with a side of steak fries. The fries were very good but I wasted no time and energy on these when that tenderloin was just waiting for me. I took the first bite and the juices rushed out and down my chin. This was amazing except for the fact that it was fresh out of the deep fryer and now I have a small burn on my bottom lip. But this was only a minor setback I attacked that sandwich full heartedly and as I write this post I am in the backseat of the car, stuffed to the brim.

Well its time for the game. Have a great day and thanks for reading.