Now, there’s no beef here, Mr. President, because clearly you know your way around a patty (ahem, obamaeatingburgers.tumblr.com),
Without even glancing at the menu, you’ll ask for a Picnic Basket Burger. It’s a half-pound cheddar cheese burger with lettuce and tomato, plus an Angus beef hot dog on a fresh pretzel bun; both are drenched with the house potato salad and baked beans. And there’s a deep-fried pickle, plus golden, crispy homemade potato chips. Oh, and the whole plate is topped off with a juicy wedge of watermelon. Did I mention I didn’t eat for three days afterwards?
If you aren’t getting back to the Cleve any time soon, how about you get Sam Kass to make you some of the sides? Recipes courtesy Michael Frohlich, general manager, who was nice enough to share with me. Then again, I’m probably not going to need eight quarts of each, but with all your friends and staff it’d probably go quickly.
Potato Salad Recipe: Yields 8 Qts
10 lbs. cooked Redskin potatoes
1 Lg. Minced Red Onion
1 stalk diced Celery
2 Cups Yellow Mustard
2 Cups Mayonnaise
2 Tablespoons Salt
1 Tablespoon Pepper
Baked Beans: Yield 8 Qts
14 Lbs Bush’s Baked Beans
3 Lbs. Applewood Smoked Bacon diced
1 Lg. Spanish Onion Minced
2 Lbs. Brown Sugar
2 Cups Dry English Mustard
1 Cup Ketchup
Bake at 325 for 2 Hours
Very truly yours,
Burger Photo by stu_spivack/Flickr Commons; Official White House Photo by Pete Souza
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