You are the second person in this thread whom I have enjoyed the contributions of for over a decade, who has managed to disclose enjoyment of substances contributed to our society by the Devil himself, for the sole purpose of leading us astray from those ingredients designed to highlight the Heavenly delights possible on Earth. :eek:
I regularly make the Banh Mi Club, whose name I’m thinking of switching to the Suicide-By-Mod Club for obvious reasons. More a club than a Banh Mi, it’s like this:
-Whole wheat bread
-Mayo and lots of Sriracha combined into an orange sauce
-Lettuce
-Cilantro, basil, if I have the herbs
-Turkey
-Avocado
-Homemade pickled onions
-Bacon
-Salt and pepper
It’s so damn good.
A BLT with mediocre ingredients is a lousy sandwich. A BLT with good ingredients is among the best foods on the planet.
The sandwich I get most of a hankering for, though, is a Jersey Mike’s Club Sub made Mike’s Way. Yeah, I know we’re not talking high cuisine here, but sometimes I just gotta have it. It’s the only fast food I ever crave.
A Reuben for me, and I’m not picky about pastrami vs corned beef. My only requirement is that if you are going to pile on the meat, the bread better be sturdy enough to handle it!
There’s a bagel shop by my office that has a near-perfect sandwich: maple turkey, Swiss cheese, honey mustard, and coleslaw on a ciabatta or pumpernickel roll, heated in a panini press and served with a sour pickle.
That’s actually kind of a pet peeve of mine. When I order a corned beef sandwich, I want a sandwich. I don’t just want a big huge pile of meat bookended by a couple of triangles of toast. Yes, the meat is a big deal, but so are the other toppings, and the bread that holds it all together.
And Eonwe and Jackknifed Juggernaut, there’s obviously a cultural difference here on just what a “sloppy Joe” is. Around here, that word refers to crumbled ground beef in a tomato-based sauce served on a hamburger bun. There may be many other sloppy sandwiches, but only that one is a Sloppy Joe.
Please tell me my eyes were deceiving me and that I categorically did not see some miscreant mention bologna earlier.
It just…cannot be.
It cannot happen.
Also - if you use that crummy chocolate swirl bread in your sandwiches, I’m phoning my dream team of lawyers on you faster than you can say “women ideally should have pouffy hair - (Richard Serlin)”.
A rosetta with really good mozzarella, really good tomato, really good Parma ham, and a drizzle of really good olive oil. In a perfect world I would have this for lunch every single day.
The brie and caramelized onion cheeseburger at Duffy’s Tavern on Anna Maria Island, FL, my family’s favorite vacation spot.
You have to understand that I don’t believe in going out for burgers; I can grill a damn good burger, and get it just the way I like. To me, my home-grilled burgers are better than any burger I’ve ever eaten anywhere else.
Except Duffy’s. I can’t grill a burger as good as this burger of theirs. Dammit.