I spent the weekend in Buffalo visiting my nephew Jack. Oh, I suppose I also visited my parents, brother, and sister-in-law, but (no offense everyone else), Jack was the cutest. With all the nephew snuggling I had to fit into a short visit, I didn't do much cooking. I did, however, find time to scarf down a beef on weck sandwich at Charlie the Butcher.
I've talked about this wonderful restaurant in the past, so I won't wax eloquent again. What I will say is this: Next time you're in Buffalo, do yourself a favor and go to Charlie the Butcher. You won't regret it.
