I popped my Scandinavian sandwich cherry in Oslo with a
fantastic smoked salmon on seeded bread. I bit into the dense, chewy bread heavily
crusted with sesame, flax, and sunflower seeds, as my sandwich companion noted
that whole flax acts as an exfoliator for the lower intestine. This is a
definite bonus, as folks in these parts seem to like flax seeds on practically
everything. Under the lid, there are many regular ingredients in the classic Norwegian
sandwich combo, including thick slices of salmon, a spreadable cream cheese
flecked with herbs and pepper (possibly even carrot), plus only slightly wilted greens, and thinly sliced cucumber.
I was suspicious when a vegetarian friend told me that Montréal did Vietnamese food better, and not just because she was vegetarian. I had tried first hand for myself years ago, and what I remember tasting was bland, watery, and a cruel joke. However, time moves on, and I am willing to try again, and I am glad I did. Taken a stroll up to Saint Denis, there was no shortage of banh mi options, but Carla B led me directly to Hung Phat, and being ravenous and greedy, we each ordered a tofu banh mi AND an order of salad rolls. Normally that combination should be no problem, but I was unfamiliar with the heft of Hung Phat's servings, which had a weight and density that did not compromise its deliciousness. A substantial sandwich if I ever saw one, I could barely finish the salad rolls, but of course I did. Carla B saved the rest of her sandwich for later and passed on the rolls, and I hope she does not mind me saying this publicly. Our early friendship may have been fo...

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