Because McDonalds was not yet open, we had to eat at the airport. One last dip into Portuguese style sandwiches of breaded veal or chicken, a salmon sandwich was also picked up, and some unidentifiable sandwich that was not breaded meat was also purchased for variety. I ate the breaded thing, and the other two were for Millie on her journey. She later said the salmon was also bad, after a bad unidentified earlier offering, but my context appropriate breaded meat offering was just fine. I recall fancy plastic seating overlooking a few airport shops, and feeling very 60s Mod, I sat there nursing these sandwiches in my fatigue zone.
For Sandwich Lovers Everywhere. Est. 2010.