A blog by Joe Pacini - Tour Manager Extraordinaire
Life on tour is inspiring, tedious, exciting, banal, and in every way comparable to sandwiches. The variation of traveling is as limitless as the types of sandwiches one can consume. Sometimes, you don’t get what you ordered, and there is nothing you can do about it. Sometimes you travel for hours to arrive exactly where you want to be, and you get exactly what you expected. Let me explain.
The Sparrow Bakery
50SE Scott Street
Bacon Breakfast Sandoh
When you find yourself in a place you’ve never been, you must rely upon the advice of locals (friends, family, bartenders, baristas, a guy standing outside of a bank or gas station). This is how we originally found The Sparrow Bakery. “They have great breakfast sandwiches” she said. “They bake their own croissants” she said. Sold. This is also how we have found countless other gems throughout the country. From bars, to hikes, to coffee shops and book shops. Relying on those who know better than us has always guided us well, and opened our eyes to those things that we now cherish as if we were locals ourselves.
4255 Fremont Ave N
There are a few truly defining moments in my life. That fateful day, March 24, 2010, when we wearily stumbled up to that magical little shack near the top of Fremont Ave, ranks high among them. We were pointed in that direction by the good people at Dusty Strings Music Shop. The sweet, smoky aromas and long line gave an adept indication to the sandwich perfection we were about to experience. How do they get those onions so perfect? How do they get the bread the perfect combination of crispy and chewy? How do they get that pork so… so…? Words fail me. Paseo has become a tradition, no, a ritual since that day. We have been known to travel many miles out of our way to bask in the light that is The Caribbean Roast Sandwich. Of course, now we are seasoned veterans, and order ahead to skip the lines. Every time we show up, it feels like we are arriving at a little slice of familiarity in a “cold and distant town”.
The Zolg’s House
San Clemente, California
Home-Made Pork Sliders
On the road, there are an infinite amount of steely-eyed, stone-faced motel clerks, and cookie cutter rooms with generic landscape paintings hung without care above stale beds with questionable sheets. Then, there are magical oases like the Zolg’s house. The warmth and familial hospitality we receive at place like this provides a familiar destination to the many hours on unnamed highways. As i write this, on the front porch on a postcard perfect day, the pork is in the smoker out back, and the biscuits are golden brown and fresh out of the oven. We have been lucky enough to be welcomed in homes like this throughout the country. St Maries, Idaho. Bellingham, Washington. Portland, Oregon. Iowa City, Iowa. Huntersville, North Carolina. And many, many other places in between. Developing these friendships, and having the ability to return is truly one of the highlights of this lifestyle. We are forever indebted to the Zolg’s and the people around the country like them that have put us up, fed us, and welcomed us into their home like family.
301South McDowell Blvd
Santa Fe Turkey and Bacon on Sourdough Baguette (hold the sprouts)
Home. Many songs have been written about it. All roads used to lead to Rome, all of our roads lead Home. Nothing can replace it. Being gone truly makes us appreciate where we come from, and we are always happy to return, having grown, and been shaped by our experiences while away.