A meaty Reuben with a crispy and buttery rye exterior, a piquant shock from the sauer kraut, the sweet and salty corned beef; a classic and perfect BLT with thick and salty bacon, crunchy lettuce, a tomato at its peak ripeness and sweetness, enough mayo to lubricate the mixture, flowing down your face; European street fair at its finest- sweet basil adding the herbaceous stability to a masterpiece of creamy mozzarella, firm and motherly tomatoes, and a baguette that has poignant crispy crunch with an ever softening interior; the Gyro with its salty and peppery meat, chewy and warm pita, lettuce, tomato, and the cooling, cucumbery Tatziki to add the perfect contrast; a Panini with wild mushrooms that were sauteed in intoxicating butter, sherry, and sage, cheese clamping down on the jail bar-like bread that gives a reverberation when bitten that you can feel in your skull; even the childlike peanut butter and jelly sandwich that has a unique composition based on its exacting creator, best with the softest possible bread, a little more creamy peanut butter than its sweet berry counterpart, instantly lending arms to encircle and hug its consumer. How does one choose?
This was too much pressure. Which sandwich do you hold above all other sandwiches to make for National Sandwich Day? I couldn't decide and therefore went for what felt right.
This, dare I say, sexy sandwich had the following ingredients:
-fresh and soft rye bread
-eggplant that was thinly sliced and roasted
-caramelized onions
-crispy bacon
-heirloom tomato
-basil and arugula from our garden
I'm sorry you were not there.
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Me too
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