That little piece of paper above the cakes reads: "VICTORIA SANDWICH" I don't know if I wholly agree, but I tried one nonetheless. Sitting in the sun outside the Tate Britain with a fellow sandwich lover, we could not agree on whether the Victoria Sponge was a sandwich, and whether the Victoria Sponge was dry or not. I thought not a sandwich, and dry, while she felt the opposite. We ate it all the same. I don't think it's a sandwich obviously because it's a piece of cake, but also because its assembly and engagement. You cannot pick this up and eat it like a sandwich. It requires a fork, and maybe a spoon since I felt it dry, and only the cream filling held the thing together. A sandwich, in my eyes, must be a considered sum of its parts, and this is mere filling.
For Sandwich Lovers Everywhere. Est. 2010.