I had a mediocre sandwich just now. I live in Brooklyn, I work in the middle of Manhattan and I had a mediocre sandwich. that’s like going Belgium and ordering a Coors Light. you should know that very, very few things anger me – a lot of things annoy me, but very few things anger me… and a bad meal is one of them. I rarely eat out [correction: I rarely used to eat out] for that very reason – why would I pay money to have someone else prepare a dish that I can? sushi, Ethiopian, etc – sure. I can’t make those. but Italian? if you can’t make your own marinara sauce, you should be denied a kitchen entirely.
I had a mediocre sandwich in New York Fuckin’ City … and was shamed.
so I’m going to take on said list …Â at least twice a week.
and I’ll keep some notes and piccies and stuff for ya here.
’cause I can’t be eatin’ bad in the city.
let’s call it a wich-hunt.
[if my hands were full of bread and meat and goodness, I wouldn't have been able to type that attempt at humor]