There are two types of people in this world: Beatles people and Elvis people. I am definitely of the latter clan. I've always thrilled at the slick puffed-up 'do, the shimmying, the swiveling, the shake, the rattle, the roll. I'm not a screamer at concerts, but I can see how that crooked smile and drawl made those fans shriek themselves into near-seizures. And of course, only The King could pull off gold lamé.
Elvis's tastes in food are known to have leaned heavily towards the rich, the sweet, the deep-fried, the downright filthy and bad—BBQ bologna, folks? And though in later years his cravings showed quite dangerously around his middle and medical charts, I can't help but marvel at the genius of his namesake sandwich.
"The Elvis" is a grilled sandwich oozing out peanut butter, bananas, and bacon. People unfamiliar with it blanch when they discover what the ingredients are, but one bite proves the combination to be fit for a king.
While not wanting to stray too much from the simple construction of the original, I did add a few steps to enhance its flavor—since it was over-the-top already, why not fully rock it?
My Elvis starts with fried coarsely chopped bacon that's stirred into creamy peanut butter to ensure even distribution of crunch and smoky taste. Since the sandwich will be grilled, the exterior of thick-cut brioche loaf slices are spread with butter, a bit of rendered bacon fat, and granulated sugar; the combination produces a salty-sweet, golden, caramelized crust. Rather than mash or simply add sliced bananas to the sandwich, the ones in this recipe mimic bananas Foster: fried in bacon fat and brown sugar, then flambéd with bourbon for an extra kick. This one'll get you all shook up.