Roast chicken sandwich, Serrano's, Montreal

The smell of Serrano's roasted potatoes and chicken is intoxicating. If I wasn't on stop #2 of a sandwich tour with MB, I would have ordered a plate. Instead, we opted for a chicken sandwich, dark meat, lettuce on the side.

The size of the crusty bun is respectable, but the filling was a bit lacking. From seeing the woman behind the counter pull apart the meat with her knife and fork, I wish I could have had a smaller bun or more meat. One of our dining companions opted for the breast meat, and her sandwich was twice as thick. I am left with thoughts of whether I could have doubled down on the dark meat, or perhaps I should have gone with my instinct of getting the plate, with potatoes, with a bun on the side, and assembling my own chicken plate sandwich, with a few of those potatoes smashed into the sandwich as its own creamy layer.

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