You Say Sandwich, We Say Yeah!

Sometimes I go back through my phone and have no idea where or what a sandwich is about. This is one of those times. From the grain on the table, I can assume this is in my office. The sub looks drippy, so I mustn't have walked far. Perhaps this is a sample from Viet Sub on Robson, a place I often walk by and always wanted to try. I may have picked up some take out there in-between meetings. I don't recall how this all went, so obviously the sandwich did not make a lasting impression.

Taken in Kowloon, 2012.

I've been back to Miura a few times since I first visited last summer. They have daily specials, which is just a price decrease from regular menu items, rather their special blue plate specials that only exist on that given day. Either way, I have still yet to try them all off of this menu , but I'm getting close and starting to wonder if they will invent new options. This here wasabi salmon waffle is a great idea in concept. Crispy tantalizing salmon between soft fresh made waffles?! Yes, please. But in execution, the wasabi flavour was hardly detectable, and there was just too much romaine, that in the end, it felt more like a salmon salad, with a side of waffles, which still, while tasty, wasn't a great sandwich. Like its brother from another mother, the popular fried chicken and waffles combo, the crispy salmon and waffles would be a great thing on its own, maybe with a poached egg, and hi, we have brunch. Also to note, their tomato soup didn't cut the mustar...

I love how seemingly each major American city has its own way of doing up hot dogs, pizzas, and yes, sandwiches. With time to kill and hours before my next meal, I tried my luck with a Chicago Italian beef. At last, I understand why Arby's could be so popular after visiting this and the Philly cheesesteak. Thinly sliced beef is here slathered with giardiniera, a mixture of pickled and or hot vegetables and sauce. Reading up on the history of the Chicago Italian beef, the drippy nature of it now makes more sense when compared to the poor man's beef dip. However, if I had known this, I would have never tried it as the dip is not one of my personal favorites from the classics. This thing was more meat than bun, more soup than sandwich, and the giardiniera was not great. I should have known, Chicago, your deep dish pizza's are also pretty gross.

Visiting the location in Chelsea, Sullivan Street Bakery is serious business. I got this egg salad not knowing what I was in for, and once again, I succumbed to cutlery. Making the egg salad on order using soft boiled eggs, the gorgeous mess of eggs are mixed with fresh herbs like basil and rosemary, a perfect bit of crispy pancetta, and well-proportioned cheddar shreds. This sandwich owned me. I should have eaten it on the spot, but I took it back to the office. Eating this thing at someone else's desk is probably the rudest thing I have ever done. Okay, not ordering one for the other person and then eating it at his desk is the rudest thing I have ever done. Oh, and the bread, forget about it. I would just eat their bread, with some good olive oil and salt, all day long, I would.

Here lies two open face breakfast sandwiches that presume sandwiches are meant to be eaten with a knife and fork. I am torn on this issue. Once a sandwich needs cutlery, it ceases to be a sandwich, but is cutlery absolutely necessary or simply etiquette? First up, this guy from Cafe Madeline. That is not hollandaise sauce, that is melted cheese with a soft boiled egg. The egg was not runny.  The cutlery came in handy because the bread was so thick, but the plate was too big for what this is suppose to be. Not that I'm complaining about the bread. You can't see it, but the bread was the best part, mostly because the bread slice was as thick as the highest portion of ham, cheese, and egg combined. I'm not sure what kind of bread it was, but it had a great chewy density that could have been a plate unto itself. Next we have this Croque Madame (but senselessly called a Croque Monsieur, egg extra) at Qathra.  Much better plate to sandwich ratio and the salad is a ...

Train travel food is sometimes better than airport food, and this is an example. Zabo's bread basket lured us in one early weekday morning in the hell hole that is Penn Station, and they certainly had an array to choose from. This classic egg sandwich on an everything bagel took the edge off, but I wish I had been more awake as I would have ordered it with bacon. Word of advice: when traveling with vegetarians, specify that you are not them.