I'm not the only one in the world who just adores the delightful sandwich I eat just about everywhere I go. I read this article, in the NY Times, just after my return from Hawaii where I read about my lovely sandwiches in another article in Sauveur or Gourmet, I can't remember. However, I shrieked with glee when I read about them in these places, as though I need validation for my obsession with this sandwich. I don't, but hey it made me feel as though I'm in on the secret.
I worked for 4 years in a building half a block away from these little beauties and very rarely did I eat one. Strange. Now, I work in a sterile building 10 blocks away from my sammie and walk there quite often. You tell me?
In Hawaii, I asked our taxi driver where we could find some in Oahu. He laughed, flicked his eyes in surprise (I would feel the same - two white ladies and a red headed kid), and promptly said Chinatown. We never made it to the Chinatown on Oahu. That said, I believe that just knowing I could get one if I wanted to was enough for me to feel better.
I found myself at my old office on Friday and I walked that half block to eat another one on. Quickly, just before a meeting, with lots of hot sauce. Note to self, not a great idea before telling people they can't quite get what they want.
Nope, not the best idea at all,