I had this exact same sandwich 2 years ago at Marco Polo airport in Venice. It's from the gift shop which is basically an over priced Italian deli, but that doesn't stop me from getting dry pasta and oils and a sandwich every time. Even if it's an airport sandwich, it's my last bites of a great Italian sandwich filled with young mozzarella and delicate prosciutto on a fresh crusty roll before I land somewhere in North America where the ingredients will just fall short.
This is somewhere in Amsterdam en route to Germany en route to what became the longest train ride of my life. What should have been a simple 2 hour train ride became a hellish 6 + hour journey that led us to the border of Germany and back and then south and then over and then through the German city line where I had to follow a young student who kindly made small talk with me on her way home for a summer break who found America fascinating. Thank goodness I ate this weird tuna melt from Starbucks (which incidentally had the only hot sandwich in the train station). The salad comes from one of the other vendors whose chilled sandwich offerings were not great. I just needed something warm and not a burger, and this tuna melt was as close as I could get at the central train station in Amsterdam. It was a sad day and I would not eat again for another 10 hours.
I don't know why I ate this, I must have been very hungry. Oh wait, this was what they gave us on the flight into London via Dusseldorf. I don't think I finished it. The meat was crumbly.
This is how I remember eating on the tube from Heathrow to the East End. Bought it at at a WHSmith (where else) and the sandwich I remember nothing about as I was just an animal who tore through the packaging, but boy did I miss them Monster Munch bits. I still think about that woman who became addicted to these big salty crunchy munchies that it was all she ate for ten years, and I get it. I do.
This is somewhere in Amsterdam en route to Germany en route to what became the longest train ride of my life. What should have been a simple 2 hour train ride became a hellish 6 + hour journey that led us to the border of Germany and back and then south and then over and then through the German city line where I had to follow a young student who kindly made small talk with me on her way home for a summer break who found America fascinating. Thank goodness I ate this weird tuna melt from Starbucks (which incidentally had the only hot sandwich in the train station). The salad comes from one of the other vendors whose chilled sandwich offerings were not great. I just needed something warm and not a burger, and this tuna melt was as close as I could get at the central train station in Amsterdam. It was a sad day and I would not eat again for another 10 hours.
I don't know why I ate this, I must have been very hungry. Oh wait, this was what they gave us on the flight into London via Dusseldorf. I don't think I finished it. The meat was crumbly.
This is how I remember eating on the tube from Heathrow to the East End. Bought it at at a WHSmith (where else) and the sandwich I remember nothing about as I was just an animal who tore through the packaging, but boy did I miss them Monster Munch bits. I still think about that woman who became addicted to these big salty crunchy munchies that it was all she ate for ten years, and I get it. I do.
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