When you think everything is on the internet, it’s not always. This salad was served at the Press Box restaurant in Niagara Falls, New York, and was called the Press Box salad. The dressing was the key. The Press Box restaurant was a hole in the wall kind of place where you went into the kitchen and wrote your order on a notepad, and the cook came and slapped it in front of you, no servers. It was decidedly not the cleanest place on earth, but 10 bucks would get you a giant porterhouse steak, one of these salads, and a split of Schlitz beer. There were a couple other dishes unique to this place, but the salad is my culinary white whale and I finally found a recipe after all these years. This photo is from a diner in Oswego that makes it, the owner used to work at the Press Box, but I’m excited to make my own. I think it was the best thing I ever ate in my life.
The restaurant was partly funded by the mob, and the owner would tell you to hurry up and finish your meal, LOL. A real character.
There’s a Columbian place like this near me. While waiting on my order, the abuelitas will hand me stuff to try. They barely speak English and I barely speak Spanish.
I probably would not have been too keen to try a tequeyoyo if I knew it was a fried cheese stick with sweet plantains, but I couldn’t turn down free food from the nice abuelita.
Now I always have to bring home a few.