Beefin’ With The Brothers

BROTHER HUBBARD — Slow-roast beef brisket 3.75/5

Cat Anderson
Aug 24, 2017 · 3 min read

As we all know, yesterday was a traumatic day. Urban Health not only let me down, but they also didn’t reply to my heartbroken tweet. Three words -

Dead.To.Me.

Anyway, I’m not one to overreact or take things to heart, so I decided to approach today with renewed vigour and valour. As I sat down to order my lunch, the spirit of yesterday’s blog post echoed in my ears. I always regret not ordering a sandwich, (even though I enjoy the extra smugness about eating salad). So today, the start of my new lunch journey, I went for it. I ordered the beef brisket sandwich from Brother Hubbard. Go big, or go home, right?

I’ve already heard a lot about Brother Hubbard, and in fact, popped into their Northside store on Sunday for a little elevenses. The frangipane I ordered melted in my mouth, as “So Emotional” by Whitney Houston played in the background. It was almost as if they understood the effect their food would have on most people when sampling their food. So goddamn emotional.

Anyway, lunchtime rolled around. My sandwich peeked out cheekily from its modest brown paper bag. What was that little extra though? A plastic ramekin of spiced hummus? BROTHER HUBBARD, you old flirt, you’re spoiling me.

I actually don’t really like eating too much bread as frankly, it makes me wanna cow down and nap. Also, this evening I will be going on a “Practice Date™” with someone I suspect might be a bit too cool for school*, so somehow in my head, eating a bread sandwich at lunch, in my mental woman head, means I will be infinitely less attractive by date time**. But this bread was as white and soft as a cloud. The picked red onions strips, a flirtation of horseradish and a delicate sprinkling of leaves left me aghast. I can’t believe this sandwich has been neglected by me. It deserves its own soundtrack.

The devilish beef brisket and that old hussy, spicy hummus

The comparison between yesterday and today was huge. But yesterday’s lesson, to not allow myself to grow too close to any one lunch option stings resolutely on in my heart. What will tomorrow’s lunch entail? I can only dream, as I count down the hours. Until then, my lovely readers…. until then.

FOOTNOTES

*This will have one of two responses. I will either try to show off and prove that I am, in fact, much cooler, or I will dismiss their try-hardness entirely. It all depends on how attractive they are. #Superficialforlife

**I’ve never actually realised that, but it’s true. Any night I have a date, I will eat less at lunch for fear I go up a dress size by dinner. Where I’ll probably eat a steak and chips or something anyway. Oh, to understand the complexities of the female mind.

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Lunch With Cat

Lunch is no “midday break”. Lunch is business time.

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