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Lunch time mystery

I need to start taking better notes (or start taking some form of notes) to accompany these sandwiches as I am having a hard time remembering what was what and where.

Definitely a sandwich had at the office, I have been staring at this sandwich photo for five minutes, examining the quality of the bread to the melange of fillings to wonder what it is and where I got it from.

The bread seems of a higher quality than the usual suspects around my office, but the excess of what appears to be slaw and chicken make me wonder if this was something I had ordered for myself.

The mystery isn't so much a mystery as it was a mistake. One rainy day I popped into Piknik, a place I keep walking by endless times, but never trying. I was told they had good things, but I should have trusted my chalkboard instincts. I feel like a lot can be discerned from an establishment's sidewalk chalkboard menu, and their daily specials never ever spoke to me.

But alas, the soup drew me in, and to go with this sandwich I had a vegan curry squash soup that was terribly bland. The sandwich here is their take on a Vietnamese sandwich, and they failed on their cultural diversity assessment. The slaw was way too wet, but unflavourful with no crunch or acid to help it along. The meat was completely forgettable as I think it may have actually been ham and not the chicken it appears to be, but that will remain a mystery. The bread was its saving grace, but wasted in this combination and more of a hearty roll than a light baguette, which is key to a Vietnamese sandwich.


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