Last weekend, I studded a cheap Wal-Mart beef rump with cloves and garlic, and dry-rubbed with pepperoncini, instant coffee, cinnamon, onion powder, salt, pepper, parsley, brown sugar, and fennel seed. Nestled in a small Dutch oven, this slumbered in a 200F oven overnight. After I cooled and de-fatted the roast, I sliced it very thinly, returning into the slightly simmering juices, for hydration. Finally, I tumbled the meat into an Italian bread roll, drizzled those juices sufficiently to moisten well but not waterlog everything, and garnished with medium-hot Chicago giardiniera plus a streak of ketchup.
Oh, lord! No more enslavement to Mr. Beef of Chicago.
Brian and Todd, not sure if you’re aware, but there’s a Portillo’s branch in Buena Park, near Knott’s Berry Farm. Not having had the real thing from “the mothership”, I can’t vouch for its authenticity. It was decent when I tried it a while back.
The ketchup makes it an Italian Beef Fail. Hot peppers and a good juice is all you need. Re: Johnnies, the sandwiches are pretty small these days but I just get two. Paired with an Italian lemonade and I’m in fast food heaven.