and no way is that a sandwich
I enjoy a good sandwich and still have the long held view of what makes up a sandwich. Two slices of bread with yummy filling in between.
Wandering through Carlton near Melbourne University last week, I had a bit of time to spare as I was waiting for someone to finish a lunch time appointment. Having browsed the shelves in Readings (and noted a couple of books for purchase maybe later), the need for food surfaced.
However recent visits to cafes had been a disappointment. So many are now serving the same food and so much of it is not very good – or simply boring. So with the quest turning to something simple, I remembered a place I had walked passed several times.
They have a very predominant sign saying ‘Sandwiches’.
On previous times there had been a queue – so possibly that was a good omen.
Off I headed and to my surprise there was no queue and only a few customers sitting inside. The display board was full of sandwich suggestions. I quickly opted for one and ordered a latte (coffee) and headed outside to await my lunch.
A few minutes later, I was served my coffee – but it was a standard flat white. Not the latte I has ordered. I kept quiet about that. Not a good sign of things to come!
Remembering that there were only a few customers, I would have thought my sandwich would join me fairly soon. I drank my coffee and waited.
Fifteen minutes later I was presented with my sandwich wrapped in paper. No plate.
What was inside was not a sandwich. It was a toasted panini type bread, with loads of melted cheese and other stuff oozing out. It looked and smelt not very nice and definitely did not shape up any where near my expectations of being a sandwich.
The stuff inside included some standard package meat, some spicy cucumber pieces (straight from the jar), loads of oozy cheese and some other light brown stuff that may have once been meat related.
I managed to eat about half until I realised that it was so oily, glutinous and was tasting horrible, that I could not bear to eat any more. Horrible is the most polite word I can use.
I was about to throw the rest away when I had a thought.
Often sandwiches are packed for later (picnic or lunch elsewhere) or even purchased to be eaten back at work or on a quiet bench somewhere. So I folded the remaining half up in the paper and took it home. Thinking I would see how it held up.
About 45 minutes later, I unwrapped it to see what it looked like.
That’s the photo at the top.
I then opened the bread – and that’s this photo below.
Oh My God!
Did I eat that!
and it was still ozzing something oily!
I was not feeling very well – so a cup of tea and a long walk was necessary in the hope of settling things down.
Mark that sandwich experience as a failure!
The bread thing pretending to be a sandwich is rated: zero stars out of ten.
The coffee wasOK for a flat white – but it was supposed to be a latte: five out of ten.
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I have previous posts on food failures (reflecting back to my time in Canberra):
That’s no way to treat a baguette