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| - Teddywedgers is and always will be my absolute favorite State Street restaurant. The pasties are consistently delicious and I have so many great memories of this establishment. I was first informed to the existence of this small cornershop in high school, when my friends and I would walk up and down State Street before heading to the Memorial Union. Teddywedgers is the last store on State Street before the Capitol, but we never stopped in those nights since it was usually closed. It wasn't until my freshman year at UW that I was introduced to the best pasty I have ever had. My friend had been doing landscaping at a bank on the Square and had gone for lunch. He was so impressed that the next week we went all the way up State Street on a beautiful fall day to split a chicken and white sauce pasty. I've been hooked ever since. A half pie is about all that I can handle, since these are quite big.
Since there is no seating inside the tiny shop, I almost always go during the warmer months so I can sit outside on the benches. I love the chicken and white sauce pasty so much that I almost always get it in half pie form. I've tried the ground beef, breakfast, pizza and veggie pies and I've enjoyed them all, but the chicken and white sauce is the ultimate lunch. The breakfast pasty is a special treat since I'm not often downtown during the mornings. They're not the easiest meals to eat gracefully, so it's a good idea to tear off two paper towels on your way out.
During college I used to wait for the first nice day of spring and head down to get my first pie of the year. It was my "official" start to spring and my memories of this yearly event are some of my favorites from the time. I would almost run out the lecture hall and on up State. On several occasions I've driven down and there are a few metered parking spots along West Mifflin, so if you're lucky you can park and be back to the car within a couple of minutes, avoiding the fees for the ramps. The owner, Myles, usually leaves a bit before noon, and it is always a treat to talk to him when he's in. I've also gotten whole pasties to go. When my father was laid up after shoulder surgery I picked one up on my way down to visit him at home, and I received a bit of good-natured ribbing for rushing out so quickly from Myles. I took the pasty down to my parents' place 30 minutes south of Madison and warmed it up for 5 minutes in the oven. It was just as good.
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