A hunk of breaded meat, deep fried, and served on a bun. That description doesn’t sound like much…but to those of us from the Midwest, it’s the food of the gods.
My travels over the last 30 years as a musician have taken me to dive bars, little mom and pop diners, state and county fairs, small town festivals, and fancy big city diners.
And nearly every one of them have a breaded tenderloin sandwich on their menu.
I’ve found some of them to be truly remarkable. And, some, to be remarkably forgettable.
So, I hope you’ll join me as I continue my travels throughout the Midwest…and more…in search of the most perfect sandwich ever, the Breaded Tenderloin.