You Say Sandwich, We Say Yeah!

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...

Of love, wonder & old-fashioned weirdness: fuck yeah condiments will brighten your day, and immediately instigate your curiosity. Condiments from all over the world are on display here, and will perhaps have you likewise asking yourself "Hmm, what would those pickle juice popsicles taste like?!" - Carla B.

There was a brief period in my early 20s when I seriously considered and attempted vegetarianism. For someone who grew up eating at least three different types of animal protein on any given day, this was a major feat, and I lasted for almost a month. Only, driving along downtown one afternoon, I had a sudden craving for a Vietnamese sandwich, assorted meats, from Van Loc. The warm crusty French bread, cradling pork liver pate, head cheese and other assorted cold cuts, sliced pickled carrots, fresh cilantro, cucumbers, jalapeno peppers, and a butter possibly mayonnaise concoction, made me realize I couldn't give up eating meats! I specify that it's not meat, but meats. This sandwich is the embodiment of everything I love about meats. Van Loc (10648 98 Street, Edmonton)

Young Elvis says: careful with this one folks, you know the taller the sandwich the worse the crust burn.

My mother is a champion sandwich maker. Every work night, she begins an assembly line of sandwiches for the other workers in our family, rolling out all the ingredients, putting them all together and packing them up in neat little packages. Many of the fixins, my mother makes from scratch. They used to be peanut butter and homemade jam. The jam came forth in huge batches every summer, measured, simmered and poured into glistening jars enough to fill sandwiches all year long. Then came the Dutch chocolate confections disguised as sandwiches that we used to get teased for eating. Now, the first tender sprigs of lettuce grown in her garden rows will make their way into turkey, bacon, lettuce and havarti sandwiches to feed tough guys who get their hands dirty. Then stop for lunch to praise the woman who grows enough lettuce to feed this army. -Happy Mother’s Day with love from Young Elvis Mum with a baguette cut in half, ready to make a massive sandwich

Sandwiches at BUNK are announced by a long, hand-scrawled chalkboard menu, and an even longer lineup outside the door. During lunch-hour, it stretches down the block. The place is loud, crowded, air almost thick with the grease of frying meat, and the sandwiches are messy. Good thing they come on trays lined with butcher paper to catch all the fillings dripping, falling and squishing out the sides of the overstuffed snacks. 621 SE Morrison St, Portland, OR At BUNK I give the thumbs up while Mack MacFarland of PNCA tries to get out of the shot, the Italian cured meats sandwich, the roast poblano chile and pinto bean sandwich and mini Mexico flag with a side of apple coleslaw that did me in at BUNK. -Young Elvis

The best sandwich shops in Portland seem to be under the loving and enthusiastic jurisdiction of the city’s old punk rockers. Of the three sandwich holes I visited, the ethic of each was DIY, unpretentious, and like all Portland food destinations, adored and raved about by all. They each serve up our favourite snack in a different way, with an intensity and a specificity that inspires Portlanders to trek across town for. Meat Cheese Bread offers the most up-turkey sandwiches of all the spots we surveyed, with special additions to the menu like a fine selection of sodas and microbrews, handcrafted chocolates and desert! For lunch! The bright, sunny windows are filled with kids, hipsters and sandwich-seekers of all sorts. 1406 SE Stark St, Portland, OR - - Meat Cheese Bread enthusiasts Namita Wiggers, Curator at the Museum of Contemporary Craft, and daughter Leila, BLB (bacon, lettuce n' beet), Leila and Calder biting the roasted turkey, havarti and bacon. -Young Elvis