Chicago-style Italian beef sandwich from Frankie's Chicago Style
We need to talk about "The Bear." The captivating FX/Hulu show about the intense inner workings of a Chicago restaurant kitchen has launched untold numbers of cravings for the dish around which all the drama revolves: the Italian beef sandwich.
Kent Garbers has been feeling the effect at the New Hope restaurant he owns, Frankie's Chicago Style. "We've definitely seen an uptick in the amount of Italian beef sold in the last two weeks," said Garbers, who is only on the second episode but is already having flashbacks to his own earlier times in the restaurant industry. "It hits on so many nerves," he said.
Frankie's, which has been around since 1991, introduced the Italian beef to its menu about a decade ago, and with no "The Bear" to pave the way, "we had to almost educate the community around us as far as what Italian beef was."
So what's the difference between an Italian beef sandwich and a roast beef sandwich?
"The spiciness of the beef," Garbers said. "It's cooked a little longer and it's cooked in a broth, and then you add an au jus or a gravy to dip the bread in. A lot of our customers are Minnesotans so they get it on the side and treat it more of a French dip, which the Chicago natives kind of balk at."
I ordered mine dipped, which is how Garbers always takes his. The French bread, which is custom baked by Mainstreet Bakery in Edina and then warmed up with a little water so it's all crusty and chewy (just like on the show!), practically melts into the jus. Thin slices of beef are topped with peppers — I requested sweet and hot, and they were indeed hot. Altogether, the $12 sandwich was a supremely filling wallop of flavors and textures. Next up: family meal spaghetti. (Sharyn Jackson)
3556 Winnetka Av. N., New Hope, 763-545-7767, frankieschicagostyle.com

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