This BBQ Steakhouse Sandwich is piled high with thin slices of grilled flank steak, some necessary veg, creamy Sabra hummus spread, and a drizzle of sweet bbq sauce. Be warned: you’ll have to unhinge your jaw for this one.

BBQ Steakhouse Sandwich

Is anyone else’s significant other inadequate when it comes to household chores? Please, pretty please tell me I’m not alone.

The other day I arrived home from visiting family in Chicago to a house that smelled like rotting chicken carcass. Um, pretty sure there wasn’t a dead chicken in the house when I locked up and set off on Wednesday. Mind you, I was only gone for 4 days–not long at all. Definitely not long enough to purchase and starve a chicken. So where was the smell coming from?

BBQ Steakhouse Sandwich

After trekking all through the house with my nose held high, I entered the kitchen. Oh, it’s definitely the kitchen, specifically the trashcan. Apparently he grilled chicken while I was away and threw the remnants in the trash, not thinking that if you leave chicken trimmings in the trash long enough, they begin to rot. Hence the dead carcass smell.

His answer: I made chicken. What was I supposed to do with the container?
My answer: Throw it in the trash–duh–but don’t leave the trash in the house. If it were me, I’d take the bag out of the kitchen trashcan and, you know, throw it in the outdoor trashcan, but that’s just me.

Common sense?

BBQ Steakhouse Sandwich

And then there’s breakfast the other day. Okay, so you’re hungry. Fire up the stove and treat yo’self to some steak and eggs. By all means, you deserve it.

Me: Um, you gonna clean up your breakfast mess?
Squirrel: What mess? I used one dish, and I put it in the sink.
Me: *Rolls eyes in the direction of the stove while wagging my finger over top of it.*
Squirrel: *Stares back with a blank look on his face.*
Me: The grease… There’s grease splattered all over the stove! Also, there are crumbs all over the cutting board. Eww, and there’s egg white slime on the counter. What mess, you ask. The rag is by the sink.

Next time he drags his tool bag into the house, you better believe I’m going to make it rain hammers. What mess?

BBQ Steakhouse Sandwich

All this talk about slackers has me hangry. That’s where this BBQ Steakhouse Sandwich comes in. After you’re finished fumigating your house and scrubbing the grease from the stove, you deserve it.

You might want to practice unhinging your jaw, because this sandwich is piled high with thin slices of grilled flank steak, buttery green lettuce, juicy tomatoes, and sweet red onions.

BBQ Steakhouse Sandwich

A thick layer of Sabra’s new Sea Salt & Crack Pepper Hummus Spread adds bold flavor without all of the unnecessary fat. Paired with a drizzle of sweet barbecue sauce, it’s sandwich perfection.

BBQ Steakhouse Sandwich

This BBQ Steakhouse Sandwich is piled high with thin slices of grilled flank steak, some necessary veg, creamy Sabra hummus spread, and a drizzle of sweet bbq sauce.


  • 1 (1-pound) flank steak
  • 8 slices marble rye bread
  • 8 pieces ruffled green lettuce 
  • 8 slices tomato
  • 1 red onion, thinly sliced
  • 8 tablespoons Sabra Sea Salt & Cracked Pepper Spread
  • 4 tablespoons barbecue sauce


  1. Preheat a gas or charcoal grill. Season each side of the flank steak liberally with salt and pepper. Cook for 7-8 minutes on each side for medium rare. Take the steak off of the grill and allow it to rest for 10 minutes. Thinly slice against the grain. 
  2. Assemble each sandwich by layering a few pieces of thinly sliced steak on one slice of bread. Top each sandwich with 2 slices of lettuce, two slices of tomato, and a few slices of red onion. Drizzle 1 tablespoon of barbecue sauce over the top of each sandwich. Spread 2 tablespoons of the hummus spread on the other slices of bread and place it spread side down on top of each sandwich. Serve immediately. 
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