The encounter occurred at the Taste of Chicago a few summers ago (yes, I know about the Taste, but I work on Michigan Ave. right across from Grant Park and visit once every couple of years to get lunch). Looking over the offerings that year, I noticed the Breaded Steak Sandwich.
Now, I was weaned off of mother's milk by Chicken-Fried Steak (and CFS sandwiches), so, of course, I got all hot and bothered and excited and rushed right over. I couldn't have been more disappointed: I found it to be a gooey, textureless, unappealing mess. I just don't get it, and probably never will. The soggy-carpet analogy is a good one, in my view.
I promptly went back to chicken-frying my own steaks and finishing with homemade cream gravy, or eating the CFS as sandwiches (buns, lettuce, tomato, and mayo).
Wade
"Remember the Alamo? I do, with the very last swallow."