I was always thinking up these spectacular ways how to kill myself. But then I realised – to commit suicide in Buffalo is redundant.
No matter what has been said about Buffalo, there’s something endearing about this town. I’m not sure what it is, but it might have something to do with Roast Beef on Weck. That, and how much a single city can get behind their football team.
Yes, weck. As in kummelweck (or is it kimmelweck? I’ve seen it written both ways…). A kummelweck roll is simply a hard roll with kosher salt and caraway seeds on top. Beef on Weck, right behind Buffalo Wings, is probably this city’s most famous culinary contribution. Even my brother-in-law’s wedding, which was at a very swank country club, had something very close to Beef on Weck amongst the much more exotic dishes.
I’ve had three of these sandwiches in as many days while visiting my in-laws (who don’t live in Buffalo, per sé, but are from the region and only live an hour away). While Beef on Weck can’t quite compare to good ol’ Eastern NC BBQ (and what can?), it’s still damn good.