Dude, I thought this was just going to be about being a really messy, unco-ordinated eater (like me!!).
And yes, my husband LOVES it when I take my shirt off to eat something :D!
This club you speak of: Is it called … wait for it … Club Sandwich?
Well, that explains this morning’s memo re: dress code in the cafeteria…
What’s that on your pants?
I read the whole OP waiting for the mention of bacon, as everyone knows, the sammich of ultimate power must contain bacon. As bacon was not mentioned I can only conclude that the OP was an attempt to cover over feelings of inferiority about the sadly bacon-less state of your meal.
It’s almost been a day. I think the sandwich got him. Poor bastard…
Jonathan Chance shoulda come to the MAD Dinner last week in Baltimore. I took off my shirt to eat a muffaletta at John Stevens.
I’m going to be giggling over “provolone of mass deliciousness” for the entire weekend, thank you. Maybe for the rest of my life.
LifeOnWry: So whadja end up having for lunch?
Ba-dum-DAH!
Let’s see if I can remember it correctly…ahh, yes. Three or four slices of smoked chicken, two slices of provolone, a forest of luscious lettuce, three pickles, mayo, and italian dressing enveloped in two pieces of homemande bread.
Unfortunately, no bacon was harmed in the vanquishing of this sandwich; however, I believe that I shall try to conquer the Brunch of No Return tomorrow morning. Wanton bacon carnage may be involved. Stay tuned.
And tonight? Re-heated mushroom soup. Such a waste of my dinner-slaughtering abilities. 
Weeeelll… I have rather unusual eating habits. See, I can’t cope with food early in the morning, so I usually have breakfast at around 10:00-10:30 - and it’s never “normal” breakfast food.
I eat lunch around three. So today for lunch I had a bowl of egg noodles with butter, parmesan cheese, and basil.
But for breakfast this morning I had a roast beef sandwich on egg bread with horseradish, tomatoes, alfalfa sprouts and kalamata olives (I was too lazy to make dip.) With some pignoli on the side and a big hot cup of coffee.
For dinner I had Totino’s Pizza Rolls.
Sorry, but unless your sandwich has its own moons, I won’t be impressed.
Muffulettas commonly have their own moons. They’re often shaped like a Dixie beer.
Seriously. I made a muffuletta and it took me four sittings to finish it. Massive. Sprawling.