A Real Muffaleta, Sault Ste Marie, ON

Never until now had I experienced a real muffaleta sandwich. Made by my host Andrea's boyfriend, Erik, who I didn't get to meet, but who I will hold in high esteem for quite sometime, this rotund stacker had me salivating even after eating a Kokum bannock burger (which was awesome btw). I took a wedge back to the hotel with me, even if I was leaving the next morning and still had a box of salt and vinegar fried chicken wings from Kokum's. I ended staying up quite late, watching Die Hard as it repeated itself on cable tv, and by the middle of the second late night viewing, I was finishing up this beautiful monster. I dreamt about mortadella for weeks afterwards! At 2AM, the pickled vegetables were starting to sog through, and I am glad I did not take an extra wedge for the road as it would not have lasted, but the fine layers of meat, cheese, and veg on a whole loaf was truly inspirational. I will attempt to make my own muffaleta of this calibre when I regain my strength again, but for those curious, I ate the rest of those cold greasy wings in the airport lounge, which did not help regain my strength whatsover.

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