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Breakfast Sandwiches, Part I


Breakfast is my favorite meal of the day. Naturally, breakfast sandwiches are items of lust and intrigue. A sampling of recent breakfast sandwiches are as follows:

A ll Day Breakfast Sandwich from Wild Flour, Banff

Often the first thing I eat when I arrive and often the last thing consumed before I leave this mountain town again, this breakfast sandwich from Wild Flour haunts me in a similar way to the vivid dreams I dream in Banff. A savory, fluffy frittata with specks of green onion and bell peppers, stacked with a slice of monterey cheddar cheese (If I am recalling correctly), always adding the optional strips of sliced bacon, all this goodness pressed between baked on-site sourdough, and melted into a delectably crispy and oozy and warm bite of morning goodness. There is absolutely nothing more perfect than that first corner bite, as the waiting time for this sandwich can be close to ten of the longest minutes of your life.
Italian surprise Breakfast Sandwich, Leva Cafe, Edmonton


A late morning surprise as I never knew Leva served breakfast sandwiches, but lo and behold, assorted Italian cold cuts with a slice of indistinguishable white cheese, pre-fried egg and some grilled mushrooms between a sliced croissant, grilled and wrapped up and ready to go!
My guest, who eats these sandwiches regularly, says that it's always a surprise: sometimes they're filled with roasted red peppers, other times like this time, mushrooms--just whatever may be left over in excess. It hit the spot that morning, but on another day, I may have contended the layer of egg, which did not heat up all the way and was cold between the almost burnt crustiness of buttery croissantness. Came with fruit salad. Enjoyable.





Prefab Breakfast Sandwich, Save On Foods, 109 St, Edmonton

Morning meetings are a dime a dozen, yet good, cheap breakfast joints sure ain't as common in E-town. So once in a while, the Save On deli is the place to convene, if you can find a table that is. Quite the place to be amongst the category of "old men who love soup", this little ham and egger on an english muffin was preferred by my companion to the classic Egg McMuffin, and I feel he is severely wrong on this issue. I say, if you're gonna go for the english muffin breakfast sandwich, do it justice or don't bother at all. This was sub par at best, but the green juice and magazines were comforting.

- J.D. Salami

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