What is it about Chicago and dragging your food “through the garden?” Except that it works! This legendary North Shore sandwich (so says my New Trier-educated stepson) is so simple it aches. Good bread. A piece of ham. A slab of mozzarella cheese. Broil on high. The roll toasts. The cheese melts. There is some mayo. And, as the picture illustrates, a trip through the garden. Every bite a crunchy, gooey mouthful. It almost seems a crime to hit it with the signature Sarkis hot sauce and season salt. Darn. Satisfying.