You Say Sandwich, We Say Yeah!

This may tip off another round of an ongoing debate here at You Say Sandwich , but I am throwing my endorsement behind this plate of heaven as the Best Sandwich of 2010. It may not even qualify as a sandwich for some, but put together Dauphin cheese, sun-dried strawberry jam and jowl bacon on a wee crostini and the arguing of semantics will cease. This bacon comes from a locally-raised pig's cheek and is then fried to perfection. Unlike other favourite bits of pork, jowl bacon melts like chocolate on the tongue, hitting the soft creamy cheese with a little salty depth. The chef at http://www.farm-restaurant.com/ even dished us up another plate of the sublime little piggy bites after the last course of 2010 was done and the kitchen was in cleanup mode. Have bacon for dessert and an extra walk around the block. New Year's resolutions start tomorrow anyways. -Young Elvis

Lord help me with my love for breakfast sandwiches. I was rushing off to a morning meeting, but I needed to eat a breakfast sandwich from Stella's before the day ran away from me. Ordering it to go, and just packing up the potatoes, I sat on Osborne St. wolfing down their delicious breakie sammie. A freshly fried egg, on ham or bacon, with cheese, on perfect sourdough. This sandwich was not pressed, but assembled, which is rare in the land of good breakfast sandwiches, that often reheat pre-made eggs, which is possibly the worst idea ever. Oh, Stella's, until we meet again.

I was dining across the street at Sergovia tapas bar when I was discussing with a foodie friend the possibilities of sandwiches nearby. We were feasting on Iberico de Bellota and so we had a lot to chew and muse upon. We asked our server what her favorite sandwich was and she said it was the roast chicken sandwich right across the street at Stella's. How convenient. A roast chicken sandwich is nothing to sneeze about, but when done right, it is nourishing and comforting all at once. Now there is a difference between a rotisserie and a roast chicken sandwich, the former is juicier, but the latter has a home cooking feeling. You decide. With a dab of homemade cranberry on homemade bread, paired with a nutty ceasar salad, this chicken sandwich was pretty damn tasty. And cheap! Oh, Winnipeg, how you steal my heart. Stella's Cafe and Bakery

I was running between a conference at the Fort and a screening a few blocks away, and knackered, I tucked into the bar and tucked into a lox sandwich and salad. I was recommended to try their sandwiches, but only after the fact, was I informed that the lox sandwich was actually the worst of the bunch. Subpar at best, as you can see, the bread was pretty boring white bread and filled you up in lieu of anything substantial in between. Washing it all down with a small bottle of prosecco, I realized the meal was very unsatisfying after I felt pretty tipsy on two glasses. It also doesn't help that the bartender was an asshole, but that is really neither here nor there. Definitely a shameful experience all around.

I've been to Winnipeg twice and I've stopped into the White Star Diner twice. Nestled within the Exchange District, White Star Diner serves up a pulled pork sandwich that satisfies. The key to their success may be in their coleslaw, that goes RIGHT INTO THE SANDWICH, which as both texture, temperature, and flavour, provides a great balance to the meaty bites of pulled pork heaped onto a fresh bun. Going for the double oink, the slices of thick cut bacon on the mounds of sweet and savoury pork was absolutely heavenly. I thought it would be too much, but of course excess has never stopped me, and yet, it wasn't too much. Scaling back the pork for the other pork, the double oink gets my vote! The nice couple next to me, who I actually knew from another town, were mauwing down the hamburgers, which is something I will have to try next time, because their recommendation, or rather, their insistence that I visit the Manitoba Museum was solid gold, and if the museum is even a frac