Big Pelf Blues

More good work from Patrick Flood examining Mike Pelfrey’s purported mental weakness. It’s well written but Patrick is flat-out wrong: Every time Mike Pelfrey pitches well, he is a shining beacon of confidence, a warrior comfortable with his abilities and capable of keeping the ball down. Every time he struggles, he is crazy, afraid, weak. There is no in-between, no doubt about it, no chance that luck or randomness is involved, no way I’m reading too much into his body language, and absolutely no way I’m being sarcastic. Brian Bannister can’t write his book soon enough. 

Way down there

It’s been a lost season for Oliver Perez, as Mets fans know, but Perez may try to make up for his extended spells of inactivity this season by pitching in winter ball in his native Mexico for the Culiacan Tomatillos.

Anthony McCarron, N.Y. Daily News.

I may have mentioned here before how badly I want to go see Mexican League baseball. I was prepping to go in December, 2008, actually, but my plans fell through for a variety of reasons.

And now Ollie Perez is going to pitch there this winter? Yeah, sign me up for that. I don’t know how feasible it’s really going to be, of course, but the draw of baseball and Mexican food is a powerful one.

One note, though: The Wikipedia page for Culiacan says the team there is not called the Tomatillos, no matter how awesome it would be to have a team named after everyone’s favorite green-salsa ingredient. They’re actually the Tomateros, or Tomato Growers.

SkyMall goes meta

I’m back home, firing up the barbecue for Labor Day. I’ll have a bit more on Chicago tomorrow, but for now, wrap your heads around this item from SkyMall:

That’s right: In the midst of a catalog filled with elegantly photographed products nobody needs, a product nobody needs for elegantly photographing stuff which you can then sell on your own. Start your very own SkyMall! Or just take nice portraits of your favorite lamp and football, as seen here.

And you’ll note, of course, that those photos of the photo studios are very obviously themselves taken in photo studios. And in that studio holding the studio, just beyond the frame, there are probably lights that look just like those prop lights, lighting the lights in the studio for the studio.

Simon: Mets score 18 runs and win

Mark Simon does a nice job rounding up nuggets about the Mets’ outburst today. Not to pat myself on the back, but I want to point out that I totally tweeted about how the ball was flying out of Wrigley during BP. Also, Simon neglects to mention my favorite thing about that 19-8 game, which I’ll never forget — the only Cubs pitcher that went unscathed was diminutive outfielder Doug Dascenzo. 

Josh Thole’s new bat

I’ve mentioned this a few times on Twitter, but Josh Thole is woodshedding a new bat with an angled-knob meant to protect players from hamate-bone injuries. I have no idea how it would help Thole, who chokes up on the bat and so doesn’t hold the knob anyway, but here’s what it looks like. It’s the one that isn’t shaped like the others. 

Sandwich of the Week: Windy City style

I long ago said my piece about cheesesteaks. This thing is clearly Chitown’s answer to that sandwich, only, as you’ll see, there’s more to it than that. But there’s a baseball game going on so let’s cut the nonsense and get at it.

The sandwich: “The Regular Al” from Al’s Beef, several locations in Chicago.

The construction: Thinly sliced, Italian-seasoned beef on a soft Italian hero roll with giardiniera — a spicy pepper relish — provolone and sweet peppers, all dipped in the gravy in which the beef was stewing. Marinara was listed on the menu board and I ordered one “with everything” because I didn’t know how else to play it, but if I got red sauce on mine it wasn’t enough to notice.

Important background information: I can’t figure out why Chicago has such tall buildings. Manhattan makes perfect sense — it couldn’t spread out anymore, so it went up. In Chicago, you walk past these huge skyscrapers, and then like right down the block there’s adequate parking and restaurants with drive-thru windows and gas stations. What’s that about? Based on the map and its proximity to our hotel, Al’s Beef should have been a hole in the wall in a row of stores. But it stood alone, with a parking lot and some outdoor tables and a drive-thru. Right in the middle of a city with all these massive, massive buildings.

I mean, don’t get me wrong: I’m for it. If I had my druthers, I’d replace my tiny house with a 110-story superstructure in the middle of suburban Westchester just for the sake of awesomeism. But often building codes and market forces prevent people from doing stuff like that, and it seems weird to just keep going skyward when there’s ample parking about and all. I don’t know. I still have a lot to learn about Chicago. One sandwich at a time.

What it looks like:

How it tastes: Good. Spicy. Beefy. Like oregano.

It’s definitely an improvement on the regularly Philadelphia cheesesteak. I need to make that much clear. The seasoning of the beef might be a little heavy on the oregano, even, but it’s tasty nonetheless, and there’s way more going on here than just cheese and meat. Not that there’s anything wrong with cheese and meat but those are lilies appropriate for gilding. Actually to be perfectly honest, the cheese kind of got lost in the mix. But whatever, the rest of the mix was good enough to make up for the lack of cheese flavor. Unlike Philly’s offering, where the cheese flavor is the only flavor.

The giardiniera is great — a nice spicy peppery kick to go with the sweetness from the roasted peppers. And dipping the whole thing in the gravy worked well to keep the whole thing juicy. I was concerned that it would make the bread soggy and the sandwich mushy and hard to handle, but it withstood the pressure somehow. Just a wet-tish sandwich is all. And a good one.

But I’ll say it was lacking a certain depth of flavor I wanted to put the thing over the top into true sandwich magnificence. I think “spicy oregano bomb” is a fine treat, it’s just not something I’m nominating to the sandwich Hall of Fame anytime soon. I added a little ketchup, which sweetened the affair and helped a bit, but it was not enough to make anything explode with awesomeness in my mouth like previous sandwiches I have loved.

I will add, though, that for a sandwich that appears so unhealthy, I found the Regular Al surprisingly digestible. Cerrone and I walked the mile back to our hotel after eating, and I didn’t at all endure the greasy feeling I normally expect after eating a giant beefy sandwich. So good for you, Al. I think that signifies quality ingredients. Or maybe I’ve just developed an iron stomach.

What it’s worth: I can’t remember exactly what I paid for the Regular Al, which is as good a way as any to know it was real inexpensive. Like $6 maybe? Plus we walked about a mile there and back, like I said, but that seemed as good a way as any to explore the city and wasn’t much of an investment. So it was absolutely worth that, and I’d probably recommend checking it out if you’re in Chicago. Actually, if you asked me for advice — and I hope you might on these matters — I’d tell you to get an Italian beef sandwich from Al’s instead of bothering with the whole deep-dish pizza and the hours of investment that go into it.

Oh because that’s the other thing! We walked right up to the counter and ordered at Al’s, even though it’s supposedly over 70 years old, famous, and a bunch of magazines say it serves one of the best sandwiches in America. It is a terrifying indictment of humanity that the line wraps around the block at Pat’s King of Steaks in Philly, where they treat you like crap and serve you overpriced Steak-Um with Cheez Whiz, and there was no wait at all at Al’s.

The rating: 84 out of 100. A very good, but not exceptional sandwich. At times I thought it might be more, at times I thought it might be less, but it was definitely an above average sandwich that has been putting in solid work in the Second City for a long time now. The Ryan Dempster of sandwiches.